A band trip dance What could be the harm But a six week vacation from the use of my right arm? It was just the two hits And I remember nothing more Only Alex hitting the switch and me hitting the floor We're taking this lying down The one thing I can stand up for is resting supine on the ground Mr. McDermott, won't you help me to my feet? Because the drumline's going wild in the San Francisco streets
The long walk home An hour and a half But quickly turns to three or four with stops at every underpass But by June 22nd I have done the math That's a hundred and five liters I'll consume of Dr. Path Some girls will tell their secrets to anyone The word "love" gets thrown around a lot near graduation So please don't whisper sweet nothings in my ear When the sound of shredding vocal chords is what I want to hear Because we're going to San Francisco And I forget to wear some flowers in my hair
She's got a secret surname That nobody knows With the most gorgeous hyphen You wouldn't believe the way it glows And I'm the only one who gets to see it way up close So the rest of you can stick it up your nose
Last night, I had the strangest dream that I have ever known My mother, in a fit of rage, chases me from our home My mother, the murderer holds me down in the road She's got the nail clippers at my throat
Now even though things lately may have been real horrorshow I'm wishing I was back in utero I'd like to go back to the way that things were before But apparently, I'm looking at physical therapy It won't be exactly how it used to be It ain't hard to see that it's not that way Not that way anymore Jesus Christ is suffering upon his cross tonight I just sit outside waiting for frost to bite "It's always this way," She says on her way out the door Just wait and see The rest is yet to reveal itself to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
