Bastardo rainy day! Eh, Sancho Panza?
Reflecting on the way… this ape's old armor.
Bastardo rainy day! Eh, Sancho Panza?
Reflecting on the way… this ape's old armor.
And they say that come summer Coney Island's gone.
They're putting up condos where the Wonder Wheel was.
And I wonder if anything is sacred now
That poor old Johnny Cash's house burned down.
Bright morning and the green sea.
Giant windmills and a safe city.
Mighty castle and a tired steed.
Mirrored shovel used to bury me.
The day that Johnny Cash's house burned down
I was folding the laundry when I found out.
The washers and dryers still turned round and round
Even though old Johnny Cash's house burned down.
And they say that come summer Coney Island's gone.
They'll bring in more tourists with a new water park.
And I wonder if anything's worth saving now
That poor old Johnny Cash's house burned down.
Bright morning and the green sea.
Giant windmills and a safe city.
Mighty castle and a tired steed.
Mirrored shovel used to bury me.
The day that Johnny Cash's house burned down
I had run a few errands on the south side of town.
And just four months prior we had lost James Brown.
It was sunny when Johnny Cash's house burned down.
Bastardo rainy day! Eh, Sancho Panza?
Reflecting on the way… this ape's old armor.
Bastardo rainy day! Eh, Sancho Panza?
Reflecting on the way… this ape's old armor.