Rows Of Houses lyrics

Packing Father

Tin can shooter

Makes us ready

He lies in waiting

And I hope we find him

Before they find him

So I tell stories

Make my friends tick

They like me for it

So bring on the papers

'Cause we're ready for 'em

What makes us ready?

The sight of Brower

The taste of something

The thought of houses

Rows of houses

The sight of Brower

The taste of something

The thought of houses

Rows of houses

Rows of houses

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