I'm sending you this photograph Of me in my new car But I hate to say I miss you 'Cause you don't need me anymore You politely say, "I miss you" But we know you don't mean that anymore Like when the doctor thought he caught you Then you weasled through the door Through the door of consciousness San Francisco Oh, you think it's over Oh, you think it's over to me Someone who smokes pot in the subway Pot in the subway, to me Oh, Destructo, you're so destructive Oh, you're so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour There's no corruption in the waking wind I'm talking to my Grandma who lost her arms in the war The aliens and armory that bombed her cigar store Now you think that I don't know but I know you to know quite well That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel There's no need to be an asshole, you're not in Brooklyn anymore You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor And I know they're gonna try to take my big mouse Take the panels off my greenhouse Oh, but the door of consciousness isn't open anymore Oh, you think it's over, oh, you think it's over to me Someone who smokes pot in the subway Pot in the subway, to me Oh, Destructo, you're so destructive Oh, you're so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind There's no destruction in the waking hour There's no corruption on Blue Mountain No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
