Lyrics For All the Cows (Live at Reading Festival, London, UK - August 1995) - Foo Fighters
I'm
called
a
cow,
And
I'm
not
about
to
blow
it
now
for
all
the
cows.
It's
funny
how
Money
allows
all
to
browse
and
be
endowed.
This
wish
is
true.
It
falls
into
pieces
new.
The
cow
is
you.
The
cow
is
you.
My
kind
has
all
run
out,
As
if
kinds
could
blend.
Some
time
if
time
allows,
Everything
worn
in,
everything
worn
in,
Everything
worn
in
like
it's
a
friend.
I
said
you're
all
A
painted
doll,
and
it
caused
the
walls
to
fall.
How
far
is
he?
Impatiently
That's
as
far
as
far
can
be
As
far
can
be.
My
kind
has
all
run
out,
As
if
kinds
could
blend.
Some
time
if
time
allows,
Everything
worn
in,
everything
worn
in,
Everything
worn
in
like
it's
a
friend.
I'm
called
a
cow,
And
I'm
not
about
to
blow
it
now
for
all
the
cows.
It's
funny
how
Money
allows
all
to
browse
and
be
endowed.
My
kind
has
all
run
out,
As
if
kinds
could
blend.
Some
time
if
time
allows,
Everything
worn
in,
everything
worn
in,
Everything
worn
in
like
it's
a
friend.
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