A Fine Day For a Parade

Mrs. carver says shes sorry

She knows enough to worry

But what does she know about cryin'

Believes the town is sinking

The price of forward thinking

You stay up all night half the time

Rackin' your mind alone at night

While all the neighbors sleep tight



Years ago she lost her daughter

Off to a sacred order

Where they get stoned and work the earth

Clears up her head with bourbon

'Cause bear is so suburban

And day class a for what its worth



She drinks it down down down

For all the old old days

She's thinking of it now its nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade



She stays up mending curtains

Until her fingers hurting

You can get so bored of it all

No one can say for certain

She'll never safely know when

An astroid will kill us all



She drinks it down down down

For all of the old old days

She's thinking of it now its nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade



She drinks it down down down

For all of the old old days

She's thinking of it know its nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade



But what a fine day for a parade

But what a fine day for a parade

But what a fine day for a parade

But what a fine day for a parade