The whole world shakes me down The Holy Ghost in rags I've been burning up this town And flipping tiny bags
Zeus gave a blade Apollo stuck him up I committed to the fade But then drank another cup
It's a dirty song that runs For your fingers in your chest Trying to feel for bombs and guns Or a heart without a vest
Bullet proof, good or not Wrecked the weekend coming now I will see you at the spot With my murdered sacred cow
Shadows are red inside Shadows they dream in rainbows Shadows cave into fountains of color When we close and avert our eyes Shadows recognize our poverty
Kandinsky is in my room So is Edgar Allan Poe The shadows dream in color And that is their final revenge When we go under It's nothing but art deco black and white Andy Warhol submarines Frying fish of the ages
Shadows are red inside Shadows dream in rainbows Shadows cave into fountains of color We close and avert our eyes Shadows recognize our poverty
And even pray over us With minds full of grey And rapid eyes scanning the bottom of the ocean On the middle of the day Kandinsky is in my room Smoking a brown cigarette And I ignore him and read my orange book Until suddenly he says 'hey' And as I look up He turns into a shadow So that the cigarette falls And the smoke rises slow Filling the space where his body once was Filling the space where his body once was Filling the space where his body once wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
