Rows Of Houses

Packing Father
Tin can shooter
Makes us ready
He lies in waiting
And I hope we find him
Before they find him
Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh,
Oooooooh,
So I tell stories
Make my friends tick
They like me for it So bring on the papers
'Cause we’re ready for 'em
What makes us ready?
Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh,
Oooooooh,
The sight of Brower
The taste of something
The thought of houses,
Rows of houses
The sight of Brower
The taste of something,
The thought of houses,
Rows of houses
Rows of houses
Rows…