Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases, going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man. Hold my own hand, kickin' my own
Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead. Madeleine, my animated sister, you're dim like the candle in my dreams. You are the
Chorus: Who are you? oh, whats your destination? will you come around? oh, will you come around? Who are you? oh, whats your expectation? will you come
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Voices: Proscriptor, Bass: Shaftiel] [Proemial Of Spell] Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead
[Guitar solo from Let's Move To Cleveland Queen Elizabeth Theatre, Vancouver December 18, 1984 FZ CUSTOM STRAT Ike Willis rhythm guitar Ray White rhythm
Translation: Zappa, Frank. Canadian Customs.
She looks in the mirror But the make-up it don't hide the pain Yeah, she swore that the last time Was the last time she'd fall again, fall again So close
I get slandered Libeled, I hear words I never heard in the bible and I'm one step ahead of the shoeshine Two steps away from the county line Just trying to keep my customers
It's all real talk, baby No question, uh When I do what I do there's no competition I'm number one, uh, you're only a customer When it comes to the paper
You dont really want to get involved in my life its kinda scary like a slurpee brain frezze, you dont really want to taste more than the first kiss,
Thanks to markb604@hotmail.com for these lyrics. If I'm not the crack of the cork Across the room like a four alarm And the shot in the arm Some kind
Hey mister I really like your daughter I'd like to eat her like ice cream, Maybe dip her in chocolate Hey mister on your way to work, In your Volvo
Sitting in an empty house On a simple chair in the corner Of an empty room, on a wooden floor With nothing between here And where I came from Except
you lie and cheat i might have to beat you you stab my back i might put the heat to you dont drag your feet you know you have to face me its not just
we give ourselves a beginning a middle and an end we look for love and a couple of friends it's how you see it not what you see you don't really know
may 26 is a day not to be missed no more lies just the big fat dis our shit is history no more misery or sick trickery or the current bribery for both
