Top this Da-da... Tripping I walk to where he's sitting It's all salty [2x] (He knows) It's good, it's real, it's pretty It's all salty Timmy [2x] (
Da-da... Ahhh... Hold my breath for three more year Yeah, three years On my own on Saturdays It's glorious [2x] We were tired from the tea Scrabbled
She's not a girl who misses much Do-do-do, oh yeah She's well acquainted With the touch of a velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane Man in the crowd
Oh... Back burns are green and off for me and her He's an ape, he's an ape, he's an angel Only in 3's, oh... Only in 3's, oh yeah Only in 3's, oh...
Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again She flew low over the highways And I saw the wind
Four hours in the pot, one hour out It grows and I sleep standing up When Iris sleeps over What a book she'll write Oh last night Oh come on, nobody
I don't know how old I was But it was a '65 pickup I was lying on the ground With flat iron bars over my head One silver drop is all you need To put
I walk by, I fall down For warm black tar forms balls And black tar baby I'm in a lime house *4 Fall..., stay for good Oh live and live and live in
Oh Last flight Get lost in the moss Oh, oh Fall in the neon mine Push me down [3x] Still rolling in the stones Run to the log that's rotten And oh,
I wait for you in heaven On this perfect string of love And drink your soup of magpies in a Pottery bowl that looks As I am now, brown, round and warm
In side lakes of corduroy I've been Heard stories of velveteen Twenty hours later I fill the room With bad sex and bad TV Go, go, go [2x] When I was
It lives in folds of red and steamy air It lives in misery Hellbound Oh, oh we're falling Falling down Down... It lives, dispite the knives internal
Half dead, you trod through life. So dependant, a shell of a man. Pitiful, you let your vices tell your fate Follower of the blind, you have nothing.
I can't seem to fathom how we live in this world of pain Under the knife, see our bodies grow frail Ravaged by disease my heart grows weak And there'
Half dead, you trod through life So dependant, a shell of a man Pitiful, you let your vices tell your fate Follower of the blind, you have nothing My
your mind And go your own way Open up your mind And go your own way Straight old thoughts To force you down Raping rape Breed apart Open up your mind
Half dead, you trod through life So dependent, a shell of a man Pitiful, you let your vices tell your fate Follower of the blind, you have nothing. My
I can't seem to fathom how we live in this world of pain, under the knife see our bodies grow frail, ravaged by disease my heart grows weak, and there
