Huxley's Coffin
HUXLEYS COFFIN
IT S A WORRIED SONG AND A WORRIED LIFE
NOW THEY’RE BOTH THE SAME
ECHOES IN MY BRAIN
TUESDAY IS GONE TUESDAY IS GONE
THERE’ S AN OCEAN TRAIL
THERE’ S A DRUNKEN SKY
IT ALL LOOKS SO BROKE DOWN
TO ME TO ME TO ME
GUARDIAN FLAME IS GONNA QUIT TODAY
AND THE NOBLE LORD GONE AND LOST THE WAY
TUESDAY IS GONE, TUESDAY IS GONE
THERE S A BROKEN DREAM
THERE S A BROKEN HEART
WAVES OF SADNESS COMES TO ME,
TO ME, TO ME
PENITENTIARY IN MY MEMORY
ALL THE PILLS I TOOK
YOU COULD WRITE A BOOK
TUESDAY IS GONE TUESDAY IS GONE
THERE S A BLACKENED STAR
CRUMBLED ON THE STREET
IT ALL SEEMS SO LIKE HOME
TO ME, TO ME, TO ME
TO ME TO ME, TO ME
TO ME
