I see a million stars while lying on my bed Oh it's etched in anaglypta and it swirls around around my head I see Marco Polo on the Silk Road trail And the cursed Captain Ahab now he's fishing for a whale
I carry trouble like a boulder on my back I push it up the hill and it rolls back My psychoholic friends are hanging on the bell My tiny little terror's gonna give you hell
And I'm taking a bite Out of life's apple pie It's a bare knuckle fight Until one of us dies And I'm riding a pony And she's swishing her tail And I'm singing for Jesus While cutting out rails It's a creamy delight On a Bombay high L'm taking a bite out of life's apple pie
Sometimes I go crazy, sometimes I get sick Better pucker up my son now and play that's smokestack lick Cos up there in the corner are the recently deceased Well they're having them a barbecue, they're having them a feast
I look in the mirror, a young man grown old The lines in his face, rivulets of gold Lines of laughter, lines of pain Lines for a time that won't come back againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
