Adam’s Grief (Remastered)

Bring down the house, Fourteen angels in the attic praying for Adam, Inn-keeper, he’s a stray man homing kittens like a stranger, Guess it was his major. Long-guessing, he’s sequestered hunting for the ketchup, A spot’s open in heaven - God bless every makeup, Adam doesn’t exercise the common sense we gave him, He’s an innocent Stands at five feet tall, There’s no rhyme or reason To his plight Singing the blues for soggy blue-skies He’ll never see our face again He’s onto taste the dust of ruin … [complex piano solo] Bring down the house Fourteen devils in the deep end begging for redemption, Fortune-teller, his words are belabored on the parchment paper, Lie and improvise what he knows. Long-guessing, he’s sequestered hunting for the ketchup, A spot’s open in heaven - God bless every makeup, Adam doesn’t exercise the common sense we gave him, He’s an innocent Stands at five feet tall, There’s no rhyme or reason To his plight Singing the blues for soggy blue-skies He’ll never see our face again He’s onto taste the dust of ruin … He’s not naming anymore of earth He’s returning straight to the ground He’s a menace, and a madman, The sweat on man’s tortured brow He’s a menace, and a madman, The sweat on man’s tortured brow Adam doesn’t exercise the common sense we gave him, He’s an innocent Stands at five feet tall, There’s no rhyme or reason To his plight Singing the blues for soggy blue-skies He’ll never see our face again, Just the one life and that was it. He’s onto taste the dust He’s onto taste the dust He’s onto taste..the..dust..of.. [solo]