Microdisney A Friend With A Big Mouth
With a pail of water on the side of a hill
Warm sun and breeze in the grass and in her hair
When you turn to kiss her birds begin to sing
Louder and louder you're rolling down the hill
Then you wake
It's the big swollen face
A friend with a big mouth has leaned on the bell
He says I'm not in earnest
Worthy boring and such
He does what he knows best
Which is not very much
Well I brought home his money
And I nailed it onto the wall
Doused it with diesel
And as it burned I prayed
Watch history made with a glass and a blade
A friend with a big mouth is waiting for you
Now you know you're damned
You can't move your legs
You can hardly speak
In the coward morning Howard goes to work
Hopeful and grateful, he wears a boy/girl shirt
And the sap is rising early he must go for a walk
There is no hope for some of us yet
Say what you want but you won't work again
A friend with a big mouth has found someone else
You're coming home again
You're going home again
You're coming home again
You're going home again
