Single fold sick insert design in junk The grocery bag sleeve all the colors drunk Texts of confusion and joy Pink plastic pressing for bratfink That
rehearse, let's do it again Dude ranch nurse, your brand new friend Let nurse give you a shot, it's something to do Turn my pulse Let nurse give you
Dead boy stares Strange to meet you Dead boy cares So great to see you Isn't it time to go? It's a place I know I can't read your mind I can't find
Your bounce to the ounce makes us want to pounce You're just being totally perfect On Larry King, you said you weren't tired Time to put to bed the competitive
I'm a cool hunter making you my way Like a brand name you'll replay I will know you, I won't show you Yeah, yeah You're the one You're the one You're
3 Feb 03 peace Peace attack Early book whistlin' Whistlin' earth Whistlin' earth day off Nature sex Nature sex yawn winkin' Reminder 3 Feb 03 peace Peace
Skimmin' the tops of tall trees Through the clear light of free speech A sudden memory disease Claims the air all around me I'm gettin' lost in the slipstream
Lights on the stones on backed up drain What lovers list on languid stain We've come together to gather stars Shooting up stones our powdered hearts
paper fly onward Trace paper fly onward Wake, city's too high City's too high-up Kill us your scumbag youths Kill us your scumbag youths, youths Johnny
Look who's come back home again Loser looking for his lucky break This time he says he just needs a friend Ain't on the run, he ain't on the take Can
s rehearse let's do it again dude ranch nurse yr brand new friend let nurse give you a shot it's something to do took my pulse let nurse give you a shot
译文: 音速青年. 杜德牧场护士.
: I'm a cool hunter making you my way Like a brand name you'll replay I will know you I won't show you, yeah yeah You're the one [x4] Heat-seeking
: Look who's come back home again Loser lookin' for his lucky break This time he says he just needs a friend Ain't on the run, he ain't on the take
: Lights on the stones on backed-up drain what lovers list on languid stain we've come together to gather star shooting up stones a pallored heart dead
: (I've seen the votes against her design and junk)? The grocery bags...courier's (something...drunk?) The tax of/taxed-out confusion and joy (?)
: Skimmin' the tops of tall trees through the clear light of free speech a sudden memory dis-ease claims the air all around me i'm gettin' lost in the
: Your bounce to the ounce makes us want to pounce You're just being totally perfect On larry king you said you weren't tired Time to put to bed the
