Instrumental (except for Incoherent Babbling and occasional Screaming)
air balloon I'll be out of my mind And you'll be out of ideas pretty soon So let's spend the afternoon In a cold hot air balloon Leave your jacket
of dawn Till one by one they were gone Back at base bugs in the software Flash the message something's out there Floating in the summer sky 99 red balloons go by 99 red balloons
Been on another level Since you came No more pain Look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're up and now You can stay You can stay But you belong
It's out of my hands, And all I can do is wait, It's the not knowing that has put me in this state, The minutes feel like hours, The tension is too great
Charlie Brown had a big block head wore a stripy sweater everyday Tried to kick that football but Lucy always pulled the mother fucker away Flew a kite
Do you know Tony Montana? Rode a boat here from Havana, Scar from eating pussy lines his face. Finds a day job washing dishes, Hates his life, he only
Dear diary, today was a good day Papa and I picked wild flowers Mama joined and we lay in the sunshine Then we sang and danced for hours I know tomorrow
Dear diary, today was a great day Bought myself a brand new horse She?s strong and fast and so very beautiful and just a little wild of course I know
Dear Diary Today was a fine day I got the music in my soul I'm writing songs and making records I feel my life is finally whole I can't wait to tell my
Dear Diary Today was a grand day Took a bath, had a spot of tea Did the New York Times crossword puzzle Listened to a symphony I think I'll go for a leisurely
Wanna have some quality time with my son So I brought him down to the fishin' hole Didn't like the feelin' of that worm in his hand Got mad, threw
muff hmmm, Zounds, it?s as prickly as a Christmas wreath, Think, it may hide some baby birds, beneath, Pray, shave it off to make a coat, There are fur balls
swear im farting lines of blow into my underwear from my derriere I was a little eager when i loaded up my stash 5 balloons of ecstasy, 6 balloons of hash 8 balloons
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak
Hand in hand we walk the city. Beneath the darkened skies. Stealing kisses in the shadows away from prying eyes. Hiding out from those we know. Secrets
Stephen:I have to redo the vocals for Medieval Bush. Friends: Why? Stephen: Cause I said 1570's muff instead of 1470's muff and the medieval period
Alright. Hey, hey what do you say? I come from a place called the U.S. of A. Ho, ho what do you know? Hop in my car and let's go. Well this is a song
