Thanks to those, for staying I must admit, it's all Never too far off to bite you But she's still strung out and longing for the-
Temperamental guidance metamorphacizing Small sounds from the dead Brought to all your crazy cusses
Leaning against the one wing Killing off the last king Coughing up the old love Smoking through the back door
Smoking, straight me out My train moves my morons over to you Slip and slide, I'm an arm and a gas At least my water gets hot
And lifts all my little heads up to you I'm in search for a door I can't calm the jealous oceans of life From the head of a spore
How's it going there, my sweetheart? I see, you're wearing pink today How does the new dress lead you? Who is wearing who today?
And the Gothic, Norwegian marble reminds you Of the stockings that go right around those legs
If you want to bleed me If you don't, I'll do Long as you see Long as I see you
Temperamental guidance metamorphacizing Small sounds from the dead Brought to all your crazy cusses
Need to have it's back-stabbing Free-loading, psychiatric horse rides Rhythm-raping, corporate backed, slack-jawed Monkey-pawin', flex-tokin' sadists in the corner-
'Cause when the baby caves, I'm in Through the middle of all I've been While I'm writing this, my head feels slow The smoke over my head
Combing through my fine hairs Something, I almost see them choke Thanks to those, for staying I must admit, it's all Never too far off to bite you 'Cause she's still strung out and longing Maybe you got me But I'm still strung out and longing For the Gothic, Norwegian marble reminds you Of the temperamental guidance, metamorphacizing Small sounds from the dead Brought to all you crazy cusses
Shakin' like the main-frame, not warning Like they're milking All the sharp tanked slinkies, milling Holding up the banner For a mop made shaky, tearing, pulling at the hammer Off a loose nail, binter banter Hoppin', groovin' to the music Pushin' out the tree stain Choppin' hooves to cinders Lilly-hoppin' through the window Of a forced face for fixin' Find my five arms dancin' In the worm-light, duckin' up The fast wheel spinnin' Likely on the way to waking up to mushrooms Tweaking, peeping beeps Between the spine, the sparks And separations Of your new lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
