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The Lyric Jungle
Shamrock Days (are over)
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Every Horse
False Start
Fool Girl Parade
From What is Good
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I'll Take It...
I Might Have to....
Two-Toned Gallery
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It's Not Yesterday
Just Four Times More
Leeway
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Mind Done Run
Mouth the Words
Nothin' Too Special
Opaquer Place
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Rubber Souled Shoes
Scaled
Science Can't Be Coy
Shamrock Days
Shenandoah Waltz
Slips My Mind
Something to Unleash
Squinting Optometrist
Stump House Thanks Song
Tell-tale Sign
There, There
Trickster
Worn

Written July 1999.

Used to turn things into gold whene'er I knocked on wood
Lately when I knock on wood it does me no damn good
(it does me no damn good)

Irish blood turned back to red, no more bleeding green
Ancestors can't help me now--Lucky number is thirteen
(lucky number is thirteen)

Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney

Made me thirsty for the pot of gold at the end of a colored arch
But I've been waiting a long, long time and I'm getting stinkin' parched
(I'm getting stinkin' parched)

Now it's just a neutral rainbow and babe, it's getting me down
Crayola colors washed away just greys shaped like a frown
(just greys shaped like a frown)

Since you bribed Lady Luck to turn her back on me
Been black cats crossin' 'neath ladders I walk in--
Don't make your wish on me

Seven years of this spell I'll take post-mirror break
Now my luck runs so thin rabbit feet only ache
(rabbit feet only ache)

Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney
Don't make your wish on me
Just left with your blarney