Money In The Banana Stand - 1728 Lyrics






# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Soundtracks






Money In The Banana Stand Lyrics

1728 Lyrics

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing

Back to: Money In The Banana Stand Lyrics




A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


 

Notice: All lyrics are the sole property of the indicated authors. Many lyrics have been transcribed by ear and may contain inaccuracies.