Lyrics Frank Black

Frank Black

21 Reasons

I rode from TJ up to Berkeley

And it started out so grey

Till I lost that cool protection

When the sun burned it all away

While the winter's light shined down on those

Revivals from my day

I had dreams of your insurrection

Taken down by Monterey

I don't care for the season

I don't find it that fun

And I've got 21 reasons

I've got 21 reasons

And there go 22 singers on the run

First I saw the digits crawling

Slowly up the rocky coast

Just some separated fingers

Looking for their fingerpost

From the water jumped a bloody hand

Needing desperately a host

When I saw the bald bell ringers

Well I knew then that you were toast

I don't care for the season

I don't find it that fun

And I've got 21 reasons

I've got 21 reasons

And there go 22 singers on the run

Then went up the baby babels

Where the iron bells were hung

They couldn't get them any higher

And those iron bells were rung

With the singers now all gathered

They collected every tongue

And so now it was required

For every soul to turn the dung

I don't care for the season

I don't find it that fun

And I've got 21 reasons

I've got 21 reasons

And there go 22 singers on the run

Well you sure can hear a rumble

On the royal road today

And those grand halls of correction

Well I think that they're here to stay

From the time that you are born

There are certain bells you must obey

Best you plan for the resurrection

Best you lower your head and pray

I don't care for the season

I don't find it that fun

And I've got 21 reasons

I've got 21 reasons

And there go 22 singers on the run

21 reasons

21 reasons

22 singers on the run