Holt Boulevard, between Gary and White Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge, set ourselves up for the night Carpenter ants in the dresser, flies in the screen It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean
And I dreamt of a house Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out And the headstones climbed up the hills And the headstones climbed up the hills
Send somebody out for soda, comb through the carpet for clues Reflective tape on our sweatpants, big holes in our shoes Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more Laugh lines on our faces, scale maps of the ocean floor
And I dreamt of a camera Pointing out from inside the television And the aperture yawning and blinking And the headstones climbed up the hills
If anybody comes to see me Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute If anybody comes into our room while we're asleep I hope they incinerate everybody in it
And I dreamt of a factory Where they manufactured what I needed Using shiny new machines And the headstones climbed up the hillsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
