tables and chairs
bird, andrew
if we can call them friends we can call them on red telephones
and they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone
if we can call them friends we can call
holler at 'em down these hallowed halls
just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all
or any sudden pressure change
all our friends were there
drinkin' roses from the can
and we were tired of being mild
oh so tired of being mild
i know we're gonna meet someday in the crumbled financial institutions of this land
there will be tables and chairs
pony rides and dancing bears
'cause listen after the fall there'll be no more countries
we're gonna live on our wits
trade butterfly knives for adderal