Stephen Jones - Sitting In My Graveyard lyrics

Picking out singers from the crib Puffed your lips up and lost a rib Picking out winners on the crib I want lip synchs not ad-libs Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Picking out kids from the bars Singing karaoke like stars You're never gonna make it tra la la Even if you find yourself a guitar Picking out singers from the crib (Making out that everything's alright) Picking out singers from the crib Picking out singers from the crib (Making out that everything's alright) Picking out singers from the crib Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Sitting in my graveyard Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright Making out that everything's alright