song: Grain Of Sand
lyrics:
GRAIN OF SAND (J. Souza) mental illness doesn't run in your family it crawls quietly give them a goodbye kiss you don't need currency come to the city i make plenty of green at the village idiot bar i live above a dry cleaner to the stars and i've got room for you here scratch ticket tears on the bar shaving years off with a nickel or a dime obituary readers and fat bottom feeders drinkers thinkin in the day time outside a bicycle messenger dodges cars i fear the ghost of a dream that once was ours inside i wish for you to be here you better get out while you can you're a pretty little grain of sand pretty little grain of sand
