Good Grief

Since I'm putting down All of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it Run me out of town Somewhere a move might intended a gown in Pissed at all the bowels Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways Gull and noun, gull and noun Chills and petty band-aids Wrapped around Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it Good grief Good grief Since I'm putting down All of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it