The Future, Wouldn't That Be Nice?

Lyrics for The Future, Wouldn't That Be Nice?

C'est dégueulasse C'était terrible The west is dead and it's burning The rest are red and they're burning It's the noon of the leaving bread The world is wood I cry, I cry knows, knows, knows, knows, knows, knows oh, oh, oh, what is it, what is it? The tip of her tongue, we kissed My mind has a mind of its own This dream will end if I let it My mind has a mind of it's own Wrong we go What's that song, Nick? Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, again? Jing jing jingle, jing jingle That was a good one Row Row Row Your Boat The west is dead and it's burning The rest are red and they're burning It's the noon of the leaving bread The world is wood My mind has a mind of its own My mind has a mind of its own My mind has a mind of its own My mind has a mind of its own