It’s not that hard, really. Here we go:
“Yellowed Photographs”
Loads of people at the drive through
Loads of bees in the flowers
Doing the dew on top of mountains
after eating meth in the shower
Tell my mother I play guitar
Tell my father I play for him
Tell my sister I ate her textbooks
Tell my brother I stole his rims
I was filming film
And running the fun
I was shooting shots
And sunning the sun
I was rocking roll
And turning the turns
I was driving drives
And flying the birds
Tell my mother I play guitar
Tell my father I play for him
Tell my sister I ate her textbooks
Tell my brother I stole his rims
The pillow is filled
with yellow cotton candy
As yellow as the ‘70s
And my mind is filled
With nerves and wires
With nerves and wires.
With nerves and wires
Tired nerves and wires.
Expired nerves and wires.