(feat. Bobby Womack and Mos Def) Overload, overload, overload, coming up to the, oh stylo, (juice) go forth, blossom in your soul, when you know your
Up on melancholy hill There's a plastic tree Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day Of another dream Well you can't get what you want But
Distant stars Come in black or red I've seen their worlds Inside my head They connect With the fall of man They breathe you in And dive as deep as they
This morning you have time for a hot home cooked breakfast Delicious and piping hot in only 3 microwave minutes? (Are you kidding?) Yo, pretty packages
Some kind of nature Some kind of soul Some kind of mixture Some kind of gold Some kind of majesty Some chemical load Some kind of metal made up from
Waiting by the mailbox, by the train Passin' by the hills 'til I hear the name I'm looking for a saw to cut these chains in half and all I want is Someone
To the dark dark sea's Comes the only whale Watching ships go by It's the day we try It doesn't know It's a Casio on a plastic beach [x2] It's a styrofoam
[Train station announcement:] If you have any checked bags they will be brought to the front of the station To get to the front, walk down to the south
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It's all good news now Because we left the taps Running For a hundred years So drink into the drink A plastic cup of drink Drink with a couple Of people
On the cloud of unknowing My world seems open Every satellite up here is watching But I was here from the very start Trying to find a way to your heart
(Dirty sounding slurping, and lip smacking noises) Just falling out, not making much of anything at all but All you could hide from what's there, in
Lord hear me now Junk boats and English boys Crashing out in super marts Electric fences and guns You swallow me I'm just a pill on your tongue
Well, I'm builiding a highway back, back to the heart of things [?] back, back to the heart of things So, I'm building a ? back All our city gone
Pay day, you're a winner Pay day, you're a winner Keep cool form a line Scar'd money broke money Bow money mo' money So sunny, cloud breaker Sound make
Too many days to get lost Many, many people I've known got lost Too many days to get lost Many, many people I've known got lost Too many days to get
Where's North from here? It was a glitter freeze Listen You are a credit A believer Ship him far! (Thanks to ya.voosh for these lyrics)