They took everything you are, Wrapped it in a box, locked it with a key Made of high rise stucco walls, Polyester guards, moving metal sink Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Hurt with curtain rod swords, the shields of cardboard that you will steal Eyes on the cul-de-sac to get things back on track, bring you what you need You would do the same for me But I might have lost my mind!
I can never show you what you gave to me A shape and form of make believe I wouldn't want to stay here in my incomplete Shaken up realities
I'll give everything I've got to fill the canyon with useless debris From plastic foliage, collected catalogs, and other fakery I would sentence everyone over 21 to the guillotine Stay, you never understood our neck of the woods and what it all means This is not a game for me But I might have lost my mind!
I can never show you what you gave to me A shape and form of make believe I wouldn't like to stay here in my incomplete Shaken up realities, shaken up reality!
You would do the same for me But I might have lost my mind!
I can never show you what you gave to me A shape and form of make believe I wouldn't like to stay here in my incomplete Shaken up realities! I'd really like to be there when you raise for me A shape and form of make believe I wish I could just warn you what my death will be Shaken up realities, shaken up reality!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
