the gold The kings send their knights Check these soul satellites Test transmission is callin' me back home The kings send their knights Check these soul satellites Test
way I knew I shoulda taken that test drive test drive, test drive Cause something didn't look right Look right, look right Should taken that test drive Test drive, test
There's some stuff on my shoe, that's got nothing to do With the places you think that I've been And the stuff on my breath, isn't some kiss of death
wear pajamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffee spoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test
I've been aching to sneeze Begging please, pretty please But I can't get the thing to come out I've been down on my knees I've been pissing on trees
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
Do something for me, boys If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
I'm all freaked out, I'm all tweaked out I'm being chased by insects And I wanna eat my cigarettes I can't hang out, I'm all strung out And I've got
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended And all I've ever seen
Oh baby baby Oh baby baby Oh baby baby How was I supposed to know That something wasn't right here? Oh baby baby I shouldn't have let you go And now
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt Here comes Jane, you know, she's sportin' a chain Same hair, a revolution, same build, evolution Tomorrow who's
The rain on the ground The empty town Nothing is left in the lost and found Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I've
Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home Tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil A worm's life can be
Take that back or I'll mess you up I've had it up to here Get back in your car and drive And put it in high gear Cause now you're gone
She is the queen, oh yeah, alright Long live the queen, oh yeah, alright It's not that I'm so tricky It's not that I'm so dumb It's not that I'm a filter
I've all my wisdom teeth Two up top, two beneath And yet I'll recognize My mouth says things that aren't so wise But when I sing my darling's praise
I want it cheap, I want it now I want it fast, and I want it with feeling I want it deep, I want a vow I want it to last, and I want it with meaning
I'm going to the quick of the nail I'm going to the bone I'm gonna sharpen up my steel I'm lookin? for the blood in the stone I wanna get that flying
