Mr. Snow

Words and Music by Eric Faulkner

Speed increasing by the night
Mass illation is in sight
Is this the chance that I've been waiting for?
Lacerations in my mind
Impersonating what they find
It looks so cold in there I think I'll go and fix myself

Cause now the fever is burning at 105
I don't know if I'm ever going to make it alive
And the telephone's ringing and I don't know this line
It doesnt really matter cause we're just passing time
Passing time

Hi, hi Mr. Snow
I'm feeling so very low
High, high I can fly
This is the way to go
Mr. Snow, its been so long, but I feel better now
But you have got me wrong, wrong, wrong
Mr. Snow

The crowded people stop and stare
They put me down, what do I care
At least I know what I am looking for
And if they ever see my face
Maybe recall the time or place
Don't be concerned its just the way its meant to be

You see I've got my radio playing like a hundred and four D.B.
I got the neighbours on my back trying to break down the door
And I've got to get a message back to Silicone Sam
That this lady aint no lady I don't like no muscle man
What a scam
Make it while you still can

Hi, Hi, Mr. Snow
I'm feeling so very low
High high I can fly
This is the way to go
Mr. Snow, its been so long but, I feel better now
But you may have got me wrong, wrong, wrong
Mr. Snow

Hi, hi, Mr. Snow
Hi, hi, Mr. Snow
Hi, hi, Mr. Snow
Hi, hi, Mr. Snow


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