Flying high with the crowd at night We float on unseen fuel Each one sails, a gossamer sphere Our course unwinds like thread from a spool What's it like
so i shut my self down again, and wipe away my surroundings. while the pain in my heart reminds me of time spent and forgotten. alone but capable to
Are there no shadows where you are? I can see everything as day Problems that you try to hide away Pushing me aside (You're pushing me aside) Could the
There's thunder on the mountain There's a rumbling in the sky There's smoke on the horizon And they say the end is nigh So dry your eyes, my darling
Your mother's a drive by blowjob on a bicycle Peddling her ass all over town Ho sweet ho It's all about her cash sniffin' nose
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With hemlock breath you tell me things / Noxious whispers / Amphetamine / Intoxicated faery tales / A bed of roses / A bed of nails Down into the dark
It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb in the
They shot a movie once in my hometown Everybody was in it from miles around Out at the speedway, some kinda Elvis thing Well I ain't no movie star but
Oh operator, give me long distance. It's a person-to-, yeah, yeah, go ahead, yeah, go ahead, go, alright, alright, just... "um, Hello? Hello, Um
What are you fuckin lookin at? I'm gonna rip out your fuckin eye Blister! Blistered eye What are you fuckin lookin at? I'm gonna rip out your fuckin other
It was a slow day, And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road, There was a bright light, A shattering of shop windows The bomb in
Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well, whose fault is it, and who
looping scenes over geometry midnight window to foggy entrance small clutch on planes wire, wood or spacing grains and sauces come from another city entirelyy
over the leaves, past the church (and bells) you'll hear ancient voices singing walk past the leaves nevertheless here we go if you want to talk about
Truth, truth everywhere, but not a drop to drink, you can think what you like, but it's not like what you think, talk, talk everywhere, banished you can
[Originally by Paul Simon] It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of
It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb
