Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Sitting' on the back of my time
Fishing' through the city's phone lines
Suddenly, till my back's out of line
Who, today, will be knocked off
And who controls all the chalk talk?
Will they let you see?
And will you believe?
May there be a charm in your shine
Lies about the big find
But shouldn't he, so deservingly