inside So turn your mind down again Until you're mine again No more useless nights I can't take the fights I'm bleeding tonight Well are we down again
up inside So turn your mind down again Until you're mine again No more useless nights I can't take the fights I'm bleeding tonight Well are we down again
clown... Mr Clown what's wrong with you ? You are the star, they are waiting for you ! Jump on the ball ! Fall on the floor ! Lose it again and they
do my own thing Drop some conversation Sit back and let the phone ring Niggas they wanna see me rise '97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to
no stars, uh huh....... Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin "Who do you think you are?!" When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to
walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord "
down on me I'm tearing down your balcony No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to Relapse the last album he's
Please let me off at the desert, where I can see All those wonderful things to be seen down there. (to be seen down there, all there) (coda)
body?s on the way Don?t bow down Before the walls Of fear and madness They try to counter me And strike me down To the ground again Inexhaustible
It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again 'Cause
holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again
a fucking parking ticket The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit I'm gettin' pissed, calm down
again. Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I will raise my hand up Into the night time sky And count the stars That
to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down
of whisky under my arm Trying to count a sky full of stars I dream of order, I dream of fleets Of Napoleon in aquamarine He said Linus put that blanket down
