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Song lyrics for acoustic guitar ( alt C,G,D)

Any given Monday you get outta bed 

Shaving in the shower race a yellow light red

Sitting In an office like a Little plastic egg

Praying to make a living

but The Man isn't giving 

A raise to a guy like youuuuuuuuu

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

So

Once upon a time on a little mountain side

There was a little girl who's daddy was alive 

They danced little dances and they played school

Till one day

they cops took him away

For stealing many bags of jewwwwwwwls

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Well

There was an old man  every day in the park

Who talked to the pigeons

and people called him stark

Like a loooooooooooooon....

But what they really didn't didn't know

The mans a war hero

shot  five times 

To keep alive

his platoooooooon....

Sailing in a ship of fools 

Sailing In a ship of fools

If you find yourself walking 

down 

These same old crooked streets

Down

the same old crooked dreams 

With

A mind that won't keep still

And 

All you can feel is boots upon the road

But 

not in a hurry to say that it's home 

When 

You're so far away but everything's close

And

Your pocket watch broken but it never shows

When all you have is 

You're clothes in a sack 

 you're guitar on your back 

Following the tracks out of town 

Yeah

You're clothes in a sack

You're guitar on your back

Making tracks out of town

Yeah

I just might 

I might come back

Slowly slipping,
Letting the darkness consume,
My eyelids grow heavy,
And I slip away.

Into a land,
Where anything is possible,
Where love is most important,
And adventure runs the world.

A land to be forgotten,
At the fateful time,
When my eyes open again,
And reality manifests again.

I’m somewhere,

In a different time

In a different place

I’m somewhere,

A different feeling

Lost in space

I’m somewhere,

Caught in the midst

Of everything I know

In all that exists

My limitations grow

I’m somewhere,

Exposed and valiant

Bright eyes; knowing

I’m somewhere,

Trembling and fierce

Hearts on shoulders; showing

The restless dead stir in the night
and creatures of shadow
loom over the cradle of living
souls
standing tall under the moon's melencholy light

Along victorian hallways dark and drear
silent maddness slithering, creeps
saying mind not the creaking
for
there exists no danger here

In a distant void terrified cats weep and wail
and parents struggle for sleep
praying against the unknown
the
chilling the anxiety the wet kiss of hell

Forlorne homes shiver and shake
thier yellow eyes glowing
burning low in the darkness
dancing
in horror for the hosts of innnocence they are here to take

Screetching shutters violently wag to and fro
in hopes of saving the sleeping
to shoo away the sorrow
from the dark ones the dreaming do not know

Against small feet tongues of shadow delightfuly taste
crawling slowly hissing
into the soundless ears of
babes
before the sunrises the dead must make haste

Whispers fade deep into the night
as creatures of the grave
slip from empty cradles of lonliness
once
occupied with love now filled with shrieking fright.

As the moon dies away beginning its long fall
the horrid moaning of terror
shall bellow long into day
and
the living left to wittness the restless shadow's eternal call.

Feeling sleepy,

Not so happy,

Since all those sad thoughts,

Are tied in the mind’s sky like knots.

Circumstances don’t let me sleep,

But my mind does take a trip,

Into the empire of thoughts,

With positivity and negativity of course.

To its dome sleep endeavours to take me,

To turn me into its slave eventually.

I dream as I was going to heaven
I dream of something sweet
I dream of dreams
I dream of waterfalls
I dream of sleep.

When I sleep, I lay,
When I sleep, I dream,
When I sleep, I think,
When I sleep, I wonder.

I wonder of adventures,
I wonder of dreams,
I wonder of the future,
I wonder of life.

I live to live,
I live to think,
I live to wonder,
I live to sleep,
I live to dream.

I dream to live,
I dream to think,
I dream to love,
But at the end, I dream to sleep.

I know what you want to order for dinner, Welsh Rarebit.

But if you order it again, I swear that I'll have a fit.

You sleep in the buff and the Welsh Rarebit makes you walk in your sleep.

As you walk through the neighborhood butt naked, the men always peep.

When you last ate Welsh Rarebit, you got your gun in your sleep and blew off two of my toes.

I cried like a baby as I called 911 because the Emergency Room was where I had to go.

I have a short fuse and if I blow my top in public, you won't like it.

But that's exactly what is going to happen if you order Welsh Rarebit!

Words crowd my head

Tangling themselves

Just behind my teeth

Which bite them in half.

They die on my lips.

All my good intentions

Lie in ruins, wrecked,

Let me sink into the depths,

Let me slumber until

The end of time's beginning.

I long for numbing cold,

I tire of feeling,

Of feeling anything at all.