Lyrics

Picking Out Flowers
Cops are at the front door
Jesus at the bar
Blood on a Kleenex
We're picking out flowers

Let's get this over with
Over and done
I know I can't be the only one
Who's been here before
Get on with it

It's hard to keep my stories straight
When I lay it on thick
The waitress working tables
Is calling out my shit

Let's get this over with
Over and done
I know I can't be the only one
Who's been here before
Just get on with it

I'm here in the montage
People running for their cars
I'm lost in the music
Digging "Big Star"

Cop at the front door
Jesus at the bar
Blood on a Kleenex
We're picking out flowers
Get on with it
Just get on with it

Let's get this over with
Over and done
I know I can't be the only one
Who's been here before

Let's get this over with
Over and done
I know I can't be the only one
Who's been here before
Get on with it

Get on with it, get on with it
Get on with it, get on with it
©E Lee Hawkins