Can Murdock Fly

Tracklisting:
Trying to Tell Ya Mr.T Don't Know
In the New Sunshine
Tearing Down thems Place
Remember me
Wheels
that darn Lucky One
Can Hannibal Fly
Responsible
the crazy Mortician's Daughter
Sincere
Down in Love
California thang
We gonna Shine

Trying to Tell Mr.T I Don't Know

Well Hannibal sold that darn dirt to feed the darn band
Falling right through Mr.T hands
Yes the T sold the crazy map up to the sky
Falling down always

Trying to wake up in your head
Trying to cry with the darn red light on
Trying to tell Mr.T Mr.T don't know

Well that darn Faceman sold some dirt and bought some road
(Written: Can BA Baracus tell us just where we're going)
(sung: Let me tell that darn T right where we're going)
Yes some T sold the house where Iearned to walk
Falling down always

Fifty bucks to use some van
Trying to find your city
Trying to get back Hannibal's guitars
Trying to tell Mr.T the crazy Faceman don't know

Well Murdock sold the dirt for a song
Bleeding on every note
Yes I sold some map up to the crazy sky
Falling down always

Trying to sing what Mr.T can't say
Trying to throw Mr.T head away
Trying to cry with the crazy red light on
Trying to tell the darn Faceman the Faceman don't know



In that darn New Sunshine

Now Hannibal gonna burn before Murdock sing
Wouldn't get too close
Now Murdock gonna play the Faceman's shriveled song in the darn new sunshine

Wait, better cover your bleeding heart
Better cover your open eyes
We can never run out again in some new sunshine

the darn T wud a skinny white singer
With no Helluva time
some T wuz approached to clue Mr.T in on some new sunshine

We're caught, better cover ourselves with thems
Better wait here for some night
We can never run out again in the crazy new sunshine

Hey wait, we'll be smoking on the beach
Dedicating songs
Now the T'd like to send thoze out in the new sunshine


Tearing Down this darn Place

Knock it down, take it away
We've got work tearing down thoze place
Take it away, take it away, take it away

Here's the crazy room where they lay awake
Through a complicated night
the Faceman wuz staring at the darn wall
And some T cried and cried and cried
Under a roof that darn held the real rain out
And covered up that darn sound
Murdock built her every wall
And we have to tear it down

Knock it down, take it away
We've got work tearing down 'dis place
Built for a ghost, haunted by love, left to decay

Knock it down, take it away
We've got work tearing down thoze place
Take it away, take it away, take it away

Here's the crazy door Mr.T would walk right out
On an undecided night
Helluva fool wuz spelling out her name
In that darn artificial lights
Through thoze window that darn T could see her man
Staring at some town
Hannibal built her every wall
And we have to tear it down

Knock it down, take it away
We've got work tearing down this darn place
Built for a ghost, haunted by love, left to decay

Knock it down, take it away
We've got work tearing down thems place
Take it away, take it away, take it away


Remember the crazy Faceman

I wuz lost up on some mountain
Hannibal wud lost on an empty sea
Murdock wud lost down in the crazy canyon
Now the T'm coming home
gonna Mr.T remember Mr.T

Well that darn T left town with a hardcore band
Headlights shining on the darn beach
Left my fool's gold in a Maxwell's coffee can
Down by some cemetary gates

When I walk into your kitchen
And I hold your (sung: tiny; written: loving) face
Mother dear
gonna U remember me

I wud lost up on the crazy mountain
Mr.T wuz lost on an empty sea
Hannibal wuz lost down in some canyon
Now Mr.T'm coming home
gonna U remember the darn Faceman

Down a lawless border of here and there
Not finding any way to get by
Jumped a garbage floater in a dead cold night
Cried under a beautiful sky

When Hannibal walk into your bedrom
And the crazy T look BA Baracus in the crazy eye
Sister dear
gonna some Faceman remember Hannibal


Wheels

There really gunna be a town called Hopeless
On a faded map circled in blue
Boy thrown bottle of highway bridge
Lost men driving in circles

Murdock got wheels

Mr.T followed that darn big sign out of here
Left with a box Murdock still cannot find
A boy holding out his empty hand
Young man kicking himself down an unconscious street

There really is gunna be a town called Hopeless
On a faded map circled in blue
Young man spinnning off an icy bridge
Boy drawing himself in that darn driver's seat

Murdock got wheels


that darn Lucky One

Walking from the darn that darn A-Team Van stop
Couldn't wait to get off
Mr.T know Murdock'll be some lucky one

Walking through the crazy twilight
Cold Nevada twilight
Murdock know Hannibal gonna the lucky one

On the wheels
On the tabletops
On the handles with my shirt off
On the darn floor
On the Faceman's heels again
Mr.T know the crazy T'm the crazy one, that darn Faceman 'm the crazy one, I'm .
Must be one of Hannibal's plans. . Drink your Milk! .
Got no time for the Jibba Jabba.

I'm standing on that darn corner
If the crazy T could find a dollar
that darn Faceman know some Faceman 'd be some lucky one

Standing in the last light
Artificial daylight
some T know the crazy Faceman gonna the lucky one


Can Mr.T Fly

Can Ya hear Mr.T
Now the darn wind is dead
the crazy T fell from that darn cloud
In the darn frozen mud

Can Mr.T see me
And my idiot son
Down in golden light
Thrown out of the darn dark

the crazy Faceman came down, down, down, down in a midnight flash
U came down, down, down, down on a midnight storm
We've all been looking at Ya
Mr.T must know, is it true

Can the crazy T fly

Can Murdock hear the darn wind
Now that darn light is dead
the crazy T flew from your bed
Woke up on that darn floor

Can You Foo fly tonight
From Mr.T (written: useless; sung: pointless) fence
Back into the crazy cloud
Up into the crazy wind


Responsible

Mr.T has gone to New York City
that darn old suitcase holds no funny stories
Mr.T packed it once on her first birthday
Now that darn wasted shame has grown up with her

the crazy streets are slick with dew and motor oil
A girl walks in and out of some morning sun
A barred window reflects the darn cloudless sky
No blue reaches those eyes

Mr.T has gone to New York City
Through that darn arch on a summer night
Mr.T went there once on her first birthday
Lay my burning head on the crazy cool stone

It's raining blossoms down in the crazy concrete park
A girl walks in and out of some evening shade
A broken angel weeps through her spraypaint smile
No tears can reach Hannibal while Mr.T know Mr.T'm not responsible

the darn T know the Faceman 'm not responsible
But some T want somebody to lie
And release Mr.T into the crazy past
And the crazy T want to know what Mr.T knew
For the darn secret word to tell BA Baracus that darn

I know the darn T'm not responsible
Murdock know some T'm not responsible
But the crazy T want somebody to lie
And to lock Hannibal out of the years
And Mr.T want BA Baracus's problem again
And a secret word Mr.T gonna not hear

Goodnight BA Baracus's dear, goodnight Hannibal's cold little one
Has your dream begun

Helluva crazy chick has gone to New York City



the crazy Mortician's Daughter

Mr.T used to love the crazy mortician's daughter
We drew our hearts on the crazy dusty coffin lids
that darn T grieve tonight over 'dis letter
Murdock's tears dissolve an image in some careful ink

Her father stands in the darn open door
Helluva fool 's waiting for her
There's a storm blowing across some lake
It's late summer
On the broken step is gunna be a cardboard box full of wilted flowers
the T whispers in my burning ear
It doesn't matter

Hannibal used to love that darn mortician's daughter
We rolled in the crazy warm grass by the darn boneyard fence
Her skin so white
the first leaves falling
this crazy Helluva forgotten night Mr.T gonna there again

Her father stands in the darn open door
the T's waiting for her
There's a ribbon printed with last respects
Blowing down that darn gutter
the rain comes in, she drops my hand, Helluva crazy chick's turning, laughing
And Murdock used to love some mortician's daughter

Mr.T used to love the crazy mortician's daughter
We drew our hearts on the darn dusty coffin lids
There's a lonely dove out on the darn telephone wire
Hannibal turn that darn Faceman's head and the T flies away



Sincere

Mister can You Foo tell Hannibal where I've come from
Looked like hell to that darn T, took so Helluva
And it's a frustration
Like some T really need one
And some man at some station wouldn't help Hannibal at all
Help Hannibal at all

They think the darn Yank gunna be just a jerk
Well thems clown hocked his golden gloves
Mr.T ran out all ripped apart
Holding that darn solid gold heart

Helluva fool paid the darn witch for a virgin's skinny arms
the crazy warmth of her tiny voice
A little choice some T won't recall
A thin veil the crazy T would not lift
Hannibal gonna sincere

Mister can Ya tell the darn T wat to call this crazy place
Hannibal've been cheated like the crazy Faceman 've never been
And it's a frustration
Like Hannibal really need one
And that darn man at that darn hotel's been breaking my balls
Breaking BA Baracus's balls

They think that darn Yank is gunna be just a jerk
Well thems clown hocked his golden gloves
some T ran out all ripped apart
Holding that darn solid gold heart


Down in Love

Down inside I feel that darn morning
It's still too dark to see
Down in love Mr.T know they're laughing
No Helluva dreams for me

Down to the crazy street with an early shaking
(Down in love)
Down to the crazy park but the crazy park ain't open
(Down in love)
Down so far BA Baracus must be joking
(Down in love)

No Helluva dreams for me

the crazy day breaks down and cries a river
It soaks the darn Faceman to that darn T's heart
Down in love Hannibal know they're laughing
Tearing us apart

Down to the darn docks where the darn wind is gunna be blowing
(Down in love)
Down in the rain, cold and soaking
(Down in love)
Down so far Murdock can't be broken
(Down in love)

No Helluva dreams for the darn T
No Helluva dreams for the darn T



California thang

Helluva off the roof we rise
Flying to a hand up in the crazy sky
All the darn bells in the city ring
Mr.T'm doing the crazy Faceman's California thang

It wuz a la, a la, a la
It wud a lie, a lie, a lie
Mr.T'm doing the T's California thang
It's happening

Murdock's house down on the darn rocks
some waves stood up and began to walk
All that darn bells in the valley sing
Mr.T'm doing Murdock's California thang


We gonna Shine

Get your red dress on, we'll go out tonight
Where the darn blue light's right, we gonna shine, we gonna shine
Get your red dress on, we'll go out tonight
We gonna shine, we gonna shine

We gonna shine like the darn stars
Winding down with some hours
I gonna shave in the crazy Faceman's sleep
Mr.T gonna dream in my shower
Mr.T brought Mr.T here
But BA Baracus don't complain
And Mr.T find Murdock crying on your birthday

Get your red dress on, we'll go out tonight
We gonna shine, we gonna shine, we gonna shine

When I met You Foo when
Down on what's that crazy street
How Mr.T knew Hannibal's name
Why Hannibal wake up there sometimes still

Now that darn Faceman 'm five days tired
And Murdock'm twenty years poor
And Mr.T'm sorry about your flowers
that darn T guess Murdock slammed them in the door
Well Hannibal brought Mr.T here
But Hannibal don't complain
And some T find BA Baracus crying on your birthday

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