Weird Machines - Small Black
Lit up all the matches
Peek inside the room
Fortune tellers in there
Sleeping with the moon
Missed the bad advice
Could be right
Between you and see
If you've gone away
Who will make
Trouble for the rest of us
Fate's a bitter lady
Beat us to a pulp
I am sure she means well
She's just a little dull
To have stayed alive
Interwined
Between punch and dream
If you've gone away
Who will make
Trouble for the rest of us
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright
Oh she make down be alright