Lyrics Sitting In My Graveyard - Stephen Jones
Picking
out
singers
from
the
crib
Puffed
your
lips
up
and
lost
a
rib
Picking
out
winners
on
the
crib
I
want
lip
synchs
not
ad-libs
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Picking
out
kids
from
the
bars
Singing
karaoke
like
stars
You're
never
gonna
make
it
tra
la
la
Even
if
you
find
yourself
a
guitar
Picking
out
singers
from
the
crib
(Making
out
that
everything's
alright)
Picking
out
singers
from
the
crib
Picking
out
singers
from
the
crib
(Making
out
that
everything's
alright)
Picking
out
singers
from
the
crib
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Sitting
in
my
graveyard
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Making
out
that
everything's
alright
Album
Almost Cured Of Sadness
1 Intro
2 Keys To The Brain
3 Under The Rainbow
4 Good Day In A Bad World
5 Interlude
6 Friend
7 Cured Of Sadness
8 American Dream
9 Your Time
10 Little Thug
11 Sitting In My Graveyard
12 Jesus Freaks And Candy Asses
13 Radio's Been Thinking Again
14 Someplace Too Faraway
15 Quaaludes
16 Almost Cured Of Sadness
17 My Girlfriend Killed Jesus
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