We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Tear down the walls of this opera house
This place is much too crowded for this conversation
Are the plains still wide?

Begat bocephus, repeats of premiers
Eating forever from the left hand
Standing up, standing erect

I don't know why I thought that I needed this

And here I stand, rifle poised and a tear in my beer. And
smoke in my eyes.
November on my mind.

credits

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Pokey Fort Collins, Colorado

contact / help

Contact Pokey

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Pokey, you may also like: