Cardboard Box of Batteries Lyrics
| Song | Cardboard Box of Batteries |
| Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
| Album | Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| Make a dent in the shovel, run the mud through a sieve | |
| Paste your hopes on a windmill blade, plant it up on the hill | |
| Pencil sharpened with a putty knife, pretty girl as a pretty nun | |
| Maybe you wake and think, this is great, | |
| I just want somewhere to run | |
| The walls blend into ceilings and faces disappear | |
| Never enough time to think it out, only time to forget | |
| I'm hereThe bill is on the table but | |
| I've got no coins for pay | |
| A beer half circle around her name, what the hell did she say? | |
| The wise are playing tether ball and the ball's eyes look like mine | |
| Rolling around on the end of the cord, | |
| I can't make up for down | |
| I'm a stream lined engine with a cog chipped out of the wheel | |
| I remember a dirty joke or two but | |
| I can't remember the feel | |
| I remember a dirty joke or two but | |
| I can't remember the feel | |
| Too much time alone | |
| I spend, a miser with a nickel worn | |
| Starving like a mother but | |
| I can't let go | |
| I'll spit the hours 'cross the room and | |
| I'll kick 'em out the door | |
| Hell, you can have them, just another thing | |
| I've got no use for | |
| And it's funny that this comes out dark, it's not that bad | |
| There's still a sparkle, silver in my cavity that plays music in the winter | |
| I've a cardboard box of batteries hidden in a tire swing | |
| A miner's hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings | |
| A miner's hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings |
| zuo ci : | |
| Make a dent in the shovel, run the mud through a sieve | |
| Paste your hopes on a windmill blade, plant it up on the hill | |
| Pencil sharpened with a putty knife, pretty girl as a pretty nun | |
| Maybe you wake and think, this is great, | |
| I just want somewhere to run | |
| The walls blend into ceilings and faces disappear | |
| Never enough time to think it out, only time to forget | |
| I' m hereThe bill is on the table but | |
| I' ve got no coins for pay | |
| A beer half circle around her name, what the hell did she say? | |
| The wise are playing tether ball and the ball' s eyes look like mine | |
| Rolling around on the end of the cord, | |
| I can' t make up for down | |
| I' m a stream lined engine with a cog chipped out of the wheel | |
| I remember a dirty joke or two but | |
| I can' t remember the feel | |
| I remember a dirty joke or two but | |
| I can' t remember the feel | |
| Too much time alone | |
| I spend, a miser with a nickel worn | |
| Starving like a mother but | |
| I can' t let go | |
| I' ll spit the hours ' cross the room and | |
| I' ll kick ' em out the door | |
| Hell, you can have them, just another thing | |
| I' ve got no use for | |
| And it' s funny that this comes out dark, it' s not that bad | |
| There' s still a sparkle, silver in my cavity that plays music in the winter | |
| I' ve a cardboard box of batteries hidden in a tire swing | |
| A miner' s hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings | |
| A miner' s hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings |
| zuò cí : | |
| Make a dent in the shovel, run the mud through a sieve | |
| Paste your hopes on a windmill blade, plant it up on the hill | |
| Pencil sharpened with a putty knife, pretty girl as a pretty nun | |
| Maybe you wake and think, this is great, | |
| I just want somewhere to run | |
| The walls blend into ceilings and faces disappear | |
| Never enough time to think it out, only time to forget | |
| I' m hereThe bill is on the table but | |
| I' ve got no coins for pay | |
| A beer half circle around her name, what the hell did she say? | |
| The wise are playing tether ball and the ball' s eyes look like mine | |
| Rolling around on the end of the cord, | |
| I can' t make up for down | |
| I' m a stream lined engine with a cog chipped out of the wheel | |
| I remember a dirty joke or two but | |
| I can' t remember the feel | |
| I remember a dirty joke or two but | |
| I can' t remember the feel | |
| Too much time alone | |
| I spend, a miser with a nickel worn | |
| Starving like a mother but | |
| I can' t let go | |
| I' ll spit the hours ' cross the room and | |
| I' ll kick ' em out the door | |
| Hell, you can have them, just another thing | |
| I' ve got no use for | |
| And it' s funny that this comes out dark, it' s not that bad | |
| There' s still a sparkle, silver in my cavity that plays music in the winter | |
| I' ve a cardboard box of batteries hidden in a tire swing | |
| A miner' s hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings | |
| A miner' s hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings |
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