The Bonnie Dell House Live From Quarantine at The Masquerade Atlanta

It's AM, I'm finally down, and I don't give A fuck. I made my peace with ghost of the street, And then that'll be enough. An old cow runs San Francisco, Bringing down that firestorm. Hey. Sell my heart and enjoy the song, And get to running my way back home. Hey. Wooden hands plastic bones. Who's gonna bring me stereo homes? Bass line crash and I'm all alone. Gotta go, they call me on the telephone. Maybe I slept too long, waiting for the sun. Maybe I slept too long. Good God. I'm waiting for the sun. Woo. Suffering through the seasons in shine. Go ahead and let me go. Hey, I don't give a damn about your KPIs. Wanna tell that to your CEO. And if you don't understand why I can't be A man, I say that to you so. Five years in, still no sleep, And baby, I'm ready to go, and I'm singing. Wooden hands and plastic bones. Who's gonna bring me stereo homes? Bass line crash and I'm all alone. Gotta go, they call me on the telephone. Maybe I slept too long, waiting for the sun. Oh. Maybe I slept too--Oh my Oh, God, God. waiting Waiting for the for sun the Sun. One day at fights and bones Hey! Who's gonna pray when they carry you home? Make some friends, now I'm all alone. God ain't gonna call me on the telephone. One day at the fights and bones. Who's gonna pray when they carry you home? Make some friends, now I'm all alone. God ain't gonna call me on the telephone. Hey! Maybe I've slept too long, Waiting for the sun. Hey. Maybe I've slept too long. Oh. Waiting for the sun. One day at the Fights And bones. Maybe I've slept too long. God Ain't Gonna call me on the telephone. One day fights And Who's gonna pray when they carry you home? Welcome to Ridgewood