Grant Park

Come on take a ride to a shop in Grant Park
You can walk through the door and shove a knife in her heart
When you tell her that you can't stand the song anymore
The one that you adopted on the prom dance floor
You can be a Tom Cruise, and make a big scene
Or be like MacGyver, and cut it clean
But either way there's gonna be blood on the floor
When you tell her you dont dig girls anymore

Anymore, anymore....

Here's a funny story 'bout a singer named Jed
He caught his girlfriend with a woman in bed
They were watching South Park with a bottle of wine
Having a party like it's 1999
So he threw down the movies and he had a heart attack
Jumped into the ocean, and he never swam back
He stood there naked except for the socks
Feelin' cheaper then a prize in a Cracker Jack box
I don't think that Jed's gonna really wanna rock anymore

Anymore, anymore...

Here's a funny story that you're gonna adore
Kinda like the lost scene on the cuttin' room floor
It's all fun and games 'till you get a black eye
You're down in the sewer askin' all the rats, "Why?"

You can live another lie and cheat if you wish
But you know thats about as tacky as a satellite dish
On a hot pink house with a burgundy door and cigarette butts on all over the floor
I don't think my stomach is going to take anymore

Anymore, anymore...
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