Ten-thousand horses. Sable island. Endless summer Oh my god, I'm hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words, but that don't count Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition - good amount There's work to do, hell to pay, memories & finger prints Calling Papa ignorance And I don't wanna go (sick & tired)
Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech Egg & spoon race, slow & steady. Desert highway. À bientôt Still I'm stuck, I can't afford it. Picture postcards, small memento Echo-shadow, echo-shadow-sterling silver, burning furnace Frozen, nowhere, just a kid I had a friend named deadly earnest Cross my heart & hope to die, stick a needle in my arm Praise the heavens, call the cops. Relax. There's no cause for alarm Diamond rings & little babies, 'startlements' & miracles I remember pretty faces so severe & lyrical I'm talkin' Amelia Earhart, Neko Case or Frida Kahlo All alone the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don't even have a chance Birthday party Armageddon, long stem roses avalanche Broken fingers, goin' nowhere fast & screeching to hault All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy. It's all my fault Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech-tech-tech
I don't want to go to pieces, easy going, I'm afraid to fly & so I'm running Catchin' fish & chopping wood, the revolution slow time coming I don't know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children Read your fortune, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims No more same old song & dance, some good ideas get over played I eat my breakfast, ride my bike a knife between my shoulder blades See, I'm a man of many problems, up against some scary odds We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods It doesn't happen over night though - never. Still I'm filled with wonder Lonely like the tight rope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech Good night for you. Bad night for me But I still love you lying down : K.I.S.S.I.N.G. Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on Cigarettes & crucifixes. Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon. Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl Get me out of here I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world Anti-intellect & marketing. Pretty-pretty. Who needs talent? Crying eyes we're so out-numbered, fight for the right to remain silent But what do I know? Who am I? My two left feet my big dumb face I'd do the same if I had the chance. Cheat the system, rig the race It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat Don't look back, don't move a muscle, one false move, that's all she wrote Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech-tech-techTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
