TheMungBrothers Put Away Your Guitars

Put Away Your Guitars

Chorus:
Oh my, it's One O'Clock and it's time
To put away guitars
It's time, to put 'em away
Put away your guitars
Put 'em away

And you stop and listen
To the sound the world is missin'
And your wheel of fortune
Is the rarest form of torture
When you're gone
They'll miss you
But for now, they'll only kiss you
Yeah you're gone with your memory
Will it fade 'til their heads are empty

On the street, dear friend
A heart beats, 'til the end
And it bends and it curls
Like smoke...that swirls

Chorus

And you slip and tip-toe
Still afraid your head will explode
And you're less informed now
Then you were before they warned you
Well you wait, and you wonder
Is this the fate you were meant to suffer?
You just wait by the poolside
Well you're content to just let it all slide

On the street, dear friend
A heart beats, 'til the end
And it bends and it curls
Like smoke...that swirls

Chorus