Moes Haven: Lyrics/Clips/MP3s

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Johnson he doesn't know what he should do
He says, "All eyes are on me and every nose is on you"
He doesn't say too much else
And what says, he don't whisper, he yells
Johnson should move to Cincinnati, Pronto!

And there are concrete wirese hanging from the rafters
And all of my stories are happily-ever-afters
And the fire machine
It ain't nothing but cream
Well it burns and it burns
All up in my dreams
And don't you know that
Johnson should move to Cincinnati, Pronto!

Sweet sweat rolls down her chin
I wanna say a word but I don't know where to begin
Cause there's a fine fine line
Between Romeo and DeNiro
And I ain't got powers
Like the Roman Emperor Nero
But I know
Johnson should move to Cincinnat, Pronto!

And a farm of ants
They make me dance
When they're all in my pants
It's late at night
And things ain't right
I wanna wipe her brow
But she's too uptight

So I'll just let it form a puddle
Yes, I'm just gonna watch it fall
I spent an afternoon in Minneapolis
But I never made it to St. Paul
Johnson should move to Cincinnati, Pronto!