Maybe you're a lot like me Maybe not, and so we'll see I don't want love, it's all i need If love is god, than god is greed Taken from the world, there's nothing hungrier Than when you were, one with everything here You're a lot like me, maybe not, and so we'll see
Playing with it all, begs the gun to give Always crying, yes, always crying
Please don't make me move Please don't make me move my way to another one Scared to death you'll do
My upbringing keeps me loose Well, welcome to the show
Cause, you're so wonderful-full Cause, you're so wonderful-full (scream)
A series of feelings that skirt On the fringes of their births If you catch them right A picture of a tepid mistake In a forest of slaves- To the bending light Retched and bemused by the lack- Of a knowledge relaxed By my greasy thumb A horn in the back of my cough As the warm stone unlocks for no one but i Morning's always calling for the baby Tuesday never really truly melts It takes me why, the whole time, just to get it And the evidence supports my right to yell Quickly through the tree-trunks, i believe them The solitude i've reached has got one foot It takes me why, the whole turn, just to get it Nothing in the day to truly help
And if at first, you think I'll always love you, I'll always love you I only come apart in dreams Until I fell down, until I fell down It doesn't matter what you think If it's real for you, than it's real for me Just exactly how it is Till you remember and then surrender Yes, to the tail of that scream So unnerving, you're always churning Metal from the mouths of men Yes, getting smaller, getting smaller The numbers growing every day It's getting harder, i'm seeing smaller
Please don't make me move Please don't make me move my way Through another one Scared to death you'll do Please don't make me move
Cause, you're so wonderful-full Cause, you're so wonderful-full Cause, you're so wonderful-full (scream)
Morning's always calling for the baby And peace is always one way if way off The poison i ingest is no more soothing Than the parasites that cling to my entrails Porky never made it home to mommy Backwards made it all the way to hell Morning's always calling for the baby Cause there's nothing in the day to truly helpTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
