Eighteen feet or more
Eighteen feet or more
We're not stealing somebody's bones

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo / ohhhhhh ohh ohh ohh
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo / ohhhh ohh ohh ohh ohhh
Istanbul (Istanbul)

Riding 'cross the plains
Canada haunts me
Don't turn out the light

Glass in hand, lying up in bed?
That's the time to sing this cowardly lullaby
And you ought to know why

I run the mud, I get the blood
I have the heart, I am the blood
I run the mud

This is a Crybaby song
I'm Crybaby coming at you with my song

While you're sleeping
The president calls your name in the nighttime
The president calls your name in the nighttime

Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee

Her name is Olive.
And now the song must end.

'Cause that's all the fun
They'd had in awhile
And I just found out

I'm a number, not a man
From the outside I am thinking

To the amusement of others
You are hit in the leg

And together they roam across the country
And they're walking in their sleep

Make it the same (Let's try to make it the same)
Like it was the first night (Let's try to make it the same)

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