Well, I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still Oh Lord, you're tension is making me ill You've got no friends in your home You've got no family stone You can't go, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip The multi-talented strip Will gather 'round you with coke and pain Oh, the trees, ain't no doubt About the seeds I had no thought about No, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't know why I can't locate this feeling That I would rather be with you It makes no sense, while crying out loud Well, I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions That I would rather be with you Don't let them closer to this secret That I may love you
Take 'em outta west, take 'em outta height Take 'em on a sweet ride Those little angels are numbered nine The colored TV once shined on desolation one five They've got it, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the light Bust 'em in the daylight They ain't worthy being named as thieves One of those shorties said, "Hi" up to the Abbot who died The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't know why I can't locate this feeling That I would rather be with you It makes no sense, you're crying out loud Well, I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions That I would rather be with you Don't let 'em closer to this secret That I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Now, hear the bluebird whistle hymns like "I would rather heal your wounds" Now, hear the dark gun punching out that That I may love you
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