Mother, I don't like seeing you Walking worry lines to their end A crystal forms in the pressure and pain And silences the loudness
There's a man selling flowers in the intersection Knee deep in the sun's syrup and resin And the day creeps, the mind squeaks Trying to stave off its own presence
Don't ever pay for your painful You got to get it for free Taking tarnish and tangle Making something to see But it gets paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Get me a plant that I can't kill I'll get you an evening that you can't ruin My hand is a stamp, my tongue is a lance Cuttin' and blottin' at their incongruence
But a hand can't stamp itself, and a tongue can't stab itself Anyone could be of use but I just need a little help So divide the parts, apply the marks And send it off like Christmas cards
Don't ever pay for your painful You got to get it for free Taking tarnish and tangle Making something to see I wanna lay with my lover In the heart of the river I just laughed at the weeds You made dandelion tea But it gets paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Hateful, hateful, idol, idol Handful, handful, child, child Paid for, paid for, painful, painful Paid for, paid for, painful, painfulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
