Pillowcase Sail Lyrics

	作曲 : McKinley
	(McKinley)
	There's a bad, bad place with no big blue sea
	where people like you and me go.
	Because we've been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes
	says so. She's sure
	of most things, but I'm sure I know
	a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black
	it's turtles all the way down.
	She says, "God hates to hear lie like that," but I think
	He likes a bedtime story. I think
	She likes a bedtime story.
	Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it down
	the sewer river in the bleach-bottle raft, little craft
	kept steady with ridiculous faith and perfect weather.
	Of course, she sailed off the edge of the turtle world
	but I know it didn't hurt a bit.
	Better to be out of reach of the curl of that
	crushing, smashing fist, of that
	hushing, crashing fist.

	zuo qu : McKinley
	McKinley
	There' s a bad, bad place with no big blue sea
	where people like you and me go.
	Because we' ve been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes
	says so. She' s sure
	of most things, but I' m sure I know
	a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black
	it' s turtles all the way down.
	She says, " God hates to hear lie like that," but I think
	He likes a bedtime story. I think
	She likes a bedtime story.
	Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it down
	the sewer river in the bleachbottle raft, little craft
	kept steady with ridiculous faith and perfect weather.
	Of course, she sailed off the edge of the turtle world
	but I know it didn' t hurt a bit.
	Better to be out of reach of the curl of that
	crushing, smashing fist, of that
	hushing, crashing fist.

	zuò qǔ : McKinley
	McKinley
	There' s a bad, bad place with no big blue sea
	where people like you and me go.
	Because we' ve been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes
	says so. She' s sure
	of most things, but I' m sure I know
	a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black
	it' s turtles all the way down.
	She says, " God hates to hear lie like that," but I think
	He likes a bedtime story. I think
	She likes a bedtime story.
	Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it down
	the sewer river in the bleachbottle raft, little craft
	kept steady with ridiculous faith and perfect weather.
	Of course, she sailed off the edge of the turtle world
	but I know it didn' t hurt a bit.
	Better to be out of reach of the curl of that
	crushing, smashing fist, of that
	hushing, crashing fist.

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