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 dependent, a shell of a man Pitiful, you let your vices tell your fate Follower of the blind, you have nothing.
: You've made excuses for the fucked up things you've done but everyone's heard them before, your lying and stealing to feed your addictions won't
: Living as we rot, Showered with shadows of dreams devoured. Our souls descend into endless seas of sin. There's no turning back. No repenting, no remorse
: Bastard cries, feed the fire. The burning desire to rob human life. In this world full of fear of the unknown. Twisting the perception of the weak.
: Sorrow filled days of disease, the faceless shadows arise. The fear once among the lust, now reflects creations demise. So to the idols wait for
: I hope I'm alive. To witness your demise. Make you feel my sorrow. Encompass all my pain. That I've felt for years. Dreading each dying day. Hanging
