Postcard کے بول

You have spoken The photo's fading And nothing is going right A shooter's hand To turn a cheek to A cough in an empty room at night Leaves are eyes That look inside A secret society Here's victory now if That's what you're into Just take it away from me "May God strike me dead" she shouted from her bed I said "Look at your mouth It's bleeding now and so all pours out Too easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you Is send me a postcard when you get there" A monkey's tooth A lukewarm bath A stray dog out in the driveway Here's Albany in a photo finish Just wipe the dust away "May God strike me dead" she shouted from her bed I said "Look at your mouth It's bleeding now and so all pours out Too easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you Is send me a postcard when you get there" Yeah, when you get down there Send me a postcard Yeah, when you get down there Wherfore art thou Johnny Carson? Retired and never coming back A backroom basement A sixty watt bulb There's nothing that I lack "May God strike me dead" she shouted from her bed I said "Look at your mouth It's bleeding now and so all pours out Too easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you Is send me a postcard when you get there" Yeah, when you get down there Send me a postcard Yeah, when you get down there Send to me a postcard from anywhere Send to me a postcard from anywhere Send to me a postcard from anywhere