Hook, Line, Shock Jock, Crackle (This is paid for advertising Free food for all)
Well it's a tangible death And I can almost handle it When it cancels my breath Put your hand over my candle then rest There's no pain in this fist release Put my elbows on the window frame Glass first against my cheeks Everything I see is mine I never look back Couldn't ask the same of those I leave behind The air bubbles rushin' towards the water surface A clumsy stage hand makin' a grand exit Caught in the curtains A person should have pulled this rope long ago 'Fore the water hole froze over I saw the snow The best cue for rescue is a couple yanks Press my luck, held my breath enough but then my stomach sank Shoulda never been walkin' the plank With some man's shoes without a oxygen tank or wetsuit Destitute conditions leave fishermen victims Of circumstance But you don't need a hook for the worms to dance
Off to the bathroom to sniff another line (sniff another line) There's a big party goin' on and you're not invited (you're not invited) Now I'm just howlin' at the moon sippin' its shine (sippin' its shine) There's a huge rock hurlin' through space won't you help me light it
I'm playin jump rope with my veins tonight But you download but I pay the price The DJ saved my life Nothin can cut into my fun but the razor might
This song is brought to you courtesy Of medicine prescriptions Dead-again christians Nineteen sixty eight And b-boys on acid And of course my utter and absolute Obligation to never do anything bad... everTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
