The Heads - Papersnow Lyrics

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Papersnow

Papersnow Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Papersnow By The Heads?
A. Partridge/The Heads
Pink confetti, shotgun wedding Rocket secrets someone's shredding Nineteenth floor. Laundry ticket that exploded Joust with Quaker pamphlet goaded Into war. Ankle deep we heroes amble Ankel deep we wade Ankel deep through someone else's Ticker tape parade Softly, softly, softly Falls papersnow Softly, softly, softly All of our works blow away Petals fell on Petaluma Till-receipt from Montezuma's Burger Hut. Every day a billion dollars Fall as black and white blue-collars Plough their rut. Softly, softly, softly Falls papersnow Softly, softly, softly All of our works blow away Ankle deep we heroes amble Ankel deep we wade Ankel deep through someone else's Ticker tape parade Jets folded from Wall Street Journal Shoot down cartons care of Colonel's Chicken Ranch Kleenex where the guy's been cryin' Goodbye note from girl who's flyin' To new branch Softly, softly, softly Falls papersnow Softly, softly, softly All of our works blow away Letters that I'd meant to send you To torpedo and up-end you Sheet by sheet Tore up all the beg and bitter Add them to the drift of litter On your street Softly, softly, softly Falls papersnow Softly, softly, softly All of our works blow away Ankle deep we heroes amble Ankel deep we wade Ankel deep through someone else's Ticker tape parade |
Who Wrote Papersnow By The Heads?
Andy Partridge, Christopher Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Thomas Hinton Murray, Tina Weymouth
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What's The Duration Of The Papersnow By The Heads?The duration of Papersnow is 5:00 minutes and seconds. |
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