Shocked? Dismayed? Or maybe just a little upset Well, no, this isn't pretty And yes, my hair was longer then It's what happens when your choices Are narrowed to fashion or violence Adjustments, you make adjustments There's nothing left wrong with me That money can't cure But I don't want to be somebody else's Learning experience Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance I want magic in my real world Some modern voodoo to make it work Voodoo to make it work I remembered what you sputtered Chewing your stupid fuel You said, you said, "The amplification of the eternal Present is the technology of desire." Shoo! I thought you were already corroded... I said, "You don't know me, I'll be the one Pulling that perfect crime, flushing This place down that huge hole When I quit cigarettes." But, it was just more gas We were all wearing falsies ...weren't we? So I'll stop being clever And just say it straight I guess I set impossible goals And I don't know when to quit Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it?
Found a cure for daylight yet? Tom Tomorrow and Sermonette Found a cure for gravity yet? Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets Found a cure for hunger yet? Black coffee, cigarettes Found a cure for desire yet? I don't wanna talk about that I don't wanna talk about that
I don't wanna talk about that Why do you keep asking me?
My goals? My goals are to find a cure for irony And make a fool out of GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
