Misinformed Lyrics
(M. Doughty)
His eyes go funny, you can't place why.
All dolled up in bellhop drag
It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone
I was once misinformed about your intentions
Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the
roster?
On dollar bill, one dollar bill
Nah nah nah
Soul Coughing Misinformed
