When all is said and done Gonna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags And take them down Down to the town In a Monte Carlo With Stevie Nicks Interior, white leather And you're the last thing on my list But, you're the first thing I'm gonna remember When I wake up It's all gonna come to be The same bad video for 20 years It's all gonna come to be Optimistic xerox of yourself It's easier when you're self-made You can pack it up and put it on the highway You can fill up the air with bad breath 'Cause it's already polluted and reconstituted And filtered back into the system And packaged up And the space age is running out of distance You/It can leap out And disconnect all the connections Program the appliances to puke on the floor 'Cause it's all gonna come to be Self-indulgent Yeah, it's all gonna come to be The same old noise you never wanted to see Mexican speed-metals, things Casserole fruit-salad hairgel Self-inflicted life-affirming hell
Is that slack? Is that crack? Are those dogs or're those dogmas? Are those clogs or platform shoes On your feet Take your Johnny Cashmachine And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night Like a plane crash Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam And the love that is breathin' Is the love that is spraypainting Vandalizing everything you own 'Cause it's all gonna come to be The same bad scene for 20 years Yeah, it's all gona come to be Optimistic xerox of yourself Predictions of debilitating health Whining all night long Wining and dining Climbing into the rafters Shredding your afro Taking karate lessons Sucking in the banges (?) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
