the letter T

T....I.....M....E.
Take it and take it all.
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY,
Tap water-NASTY.
Tear up the guitar until it cries.
Telliteumee.
Telliteumee.
Th pressure's building and I donno why.
That bridge is the way out.
That crazy guy's voice will reach.
That don't mean I'm drunk.
That I would scare away the people.
That is my name don't wear it out- just say it: Grinajin.
That night uncle John breathed his last.
That short song.
That Short Song.
That sinful port of Maugustire.
That the whole of the world seems to know my dreams.
That there were quite a bit of mad people coming after he (he he he).
That you're not up to any good.
That's cool.
Thats just a day dream.
That's not all.
That's when that dirty music got a hold on me.
The air wasoing to d cold.
The brave story.
The bright yellow fields and escape from the grunge.
The cheering subsides and
The clouds come down to say their own desire.
The cord was black, it trailed on the floor.
The crocus bloometh and it sends a sweet perfume.
The crowd is dead.
The crusaders were falling like flies.
The day is dead.
The day me guitar fried,
The day my guitar fried,
The day my guitar fried.
The desert is our own sanctuary.
The desert man died for in vain.
The desert, vast and remote, dry and deadly.
The dog who barks first has the lice.
The electricity, the millions of amps.
The gate is closed.
The goblins rushed in with a terrifying shreik.
The ground is aglow with their glimmering eyes.
The group would soon all be jailed.
The lamp was evil, a thing of night.
The last breath out of us they were trying to choke!
The Lost Tribes.
The man who can play the photon guitar.
The milkman rides by lamplight now.
The mists have left me and-
The next day my guitar was fried.
The Octopus,
The Octopus.
The people are the senators of the sun.
The people came the people went until I took the deed.
The people come all,
The people come one,
The people in the street: others perfom in the street and sing of their pain.
The people rose from dusty beds.
The people say "It's bad, you know". The people are a pain.
The people then bagan to shout-
The pick ups gone, my amp had died,
The power filled it to the core,
The rain crashes down in torrents,
The rain pelts down upon me!
The rest of us threw rocks and yelled.
The retro-dragons are at us again!
The scenery is nice, but its always the same.
The sea is rollin' hard.
The sight of eyes on eyes.
The soldiers shouted out to all:
The strings snapped and the guitar clung,
The strings turned orange and the sparks they flew,

They filled my room like a mist of dew,
The sun stood still and the battle comenced,
The sun won’t always be.
The sunset is blood red, but the day is ending now.
The throb of my heart clashed cymbols on my brain.
The times we had are
The viewpoints of this governee.
The War Song.
The War Song.
The way is long.
The wind and trying to guess where he will be is just a waste of your-
The wind is biting at my soul.
The wind is cold.
The wisdom of the heros of Old!
The Workers Union was formed!
The Workers Union was formed!
The Workers Union was Formed!
The workmans wage.
Their cries echoed off the walls.
Them.
Them.
Then I know it won't be so.
Then I thought that I had achieved a supreme immense control.
Then I will know that I'm the greatest, the greatest on the waves.
Then the lords temporal said:
There are fifteen of us left. Two thousand of us lost the battle, can only fifteen win the war?
There is a coin, up on a platform high.
There is a shout of thunder, and all over the place.
There is an echo climbing.
There is no time to linger, wrongs to write and mend.
There must be a plot. What must I sing of? Am I defeated?
There now is so much more I have to say.
There once was a guy who seemed to be a mystery to everyone.
There was a bright yellow streak.
There was a girl out there.
There was a painting in a store.
There were eagles in the air.
There'd be a different song.
There's only one place I will roam.
There's something that reminds me of something else.
These Times,
These Times.
They always knew all the words to the songs.
They always said that I'd be so alone.
They beckon unto me.
They broke us.
They cut you all up.
They failed us.
They have many things to buy.
They have the plan set.
They hurt me to look in them.
They knew what to do.
They lied to me they lied to you....Oh yea!
They never raised the wage of the workmen folk.
They rip you up and rip you down and-
They said "Shoot due' I know it aint coo'."
They said I'd just help in the fight.
They said it just might be allright.
They said they could conquer the land see and air.
They spoke of young Charly and his bout with fame.
They took us.
They yell transfixed by magic chaos in those strings.
They've built an idol in the storm.
Thirty years or more ago a man, he took the wheel.
This bitterness is eating me alive, can't you seeeee?
This has been a hard long year.
This is all I say, on the deserted beach, the desert filled with dry:
"This is my realm and this realm is my own!"
This is our mission, what we must do.
This is the only way we can win.
This is the USA.
This is what I say.
This is what I say, this is the way, don't make me fall.
This is why it must be so.
This mysterious man of mystery.
This uses some weird chords: #1=3rd string, 2nd fret and 4th string, 2nd fret. #2=3rd string, 4th fret and 4th string, 4th fret. #3=3rd string, 5th fret and 4th string, 5th fret.
Those are the things that would occupy my time.
Though I lost my leg,
Though I'm just a namesake scratched in the sand,
Though...three years may not seem like much till I fall, till I fall, down the way
To combat their plan.
To get in side the people's heads?
To grasp a breath.
To see what I could spy.
To sleep under an English moon.
To the craziness he done.
To the lamp by means of electric stung.
To the sight.
To twist them off until they're........
Tonight...allright.
Treasure untold:
Tree Fortress.
Tried to start my car but it growled and moaned.