I'm only painting with green Yeah, I'm mixing blue and yellow together It felt so good to be home But leaving feels even better They're building this powerful magnet To disrupt the rhythm of my heart I run and I hide, but it's like trying to get out of Someone else's car in the dark
I need clerical sleep Yeah, clerical sleep Painted Victorian teardrop can't handle the truth Oh, clerical sleep Talking about clerical sleep Let the attack dogs of the old world howl "Goodnight Moon"
I want to reveal my truths Spill my guts then leave town forever And if I can get close enough I'll detonate for peace time atomics Hey Skinny, how's the Oldsmobile? Hey Skinny, how's the open road? If we can get as far as Rivière-du-Loup Then we'll really see what these old ponies can do
On some clerical sleep Clerical sleep A note left on your windshield, promises have been kept We all need clerical sleep Oh, clerical sleep Painted Victorian tear drop and Jesus wept
I know a man with the most advanced robot prosthetic in the history of the world Built in a lab, it cost $2,000,000, but he hates it, can't stand it, never wears it, it just sits thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
