Jefferson Street - Little Aliens

Jefferson was always out of luck I remember when we both grew up Jefferson got hit by a westbound truck I guess that didn't make him look like a million bucks That night when Sally really stole the show And every boy was captured diggin' for gold Poor old Jefferson was left in the snow I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul Jefferson is always on my mind When him and me were runnin' out of time Jefferson was sure not left behind The cops came in and took him by surprise That night when Sally really showed her game The neighbourhood would never be the same Poor old Jefferson got the blame Oooh I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul Yeah I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I do believe he didn't do wrong I say a prayer for someone I care for I do believe he didn't do wrong I say a prayer for someone I care for That night where Sally really gave it all And made us small boys look quite tall Poor old Jefferson left the ball Yeah I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul I'm gonna pray for Jefferson Pray for Jefferson's soul A-a-a-aah A-a-a-aah A-a-a-aah A-a-a-aah

Chemical change You've shot the warning amber light Wake me warm Let me see you moving everything over Smiling in my room You know you'll be inside of my mind soon There are so many of you White shirt and tie, white shirt and tie, white shirt and tie Wedding ring, wedding ring Mulligan stew for Bloo The only Jew in the room Saxon's sick on the holy dregs And they're constant getting throw up on his leg Molly's gone to blazes Boylan's crotch amazes Any woman whose husband sleeps with his head All buried down at the foot of his bed I've got his arm I've got his arm I've had it for weeks I've got his arm Steven won't give his arm To no gold star mother's farm War's good business so give your son And I'd rather have my country die for me Sell your mother for a Hershey bar Grow up looking like a car there are All you want to do is live All you want to do is live But somehow it all falls apart