So full of shit I need another hit Tattered and torn Looseleaf paraded storm Blinded by the sound of silence Someone save me, someone take me home
We are waiting for the guns of navarone To blow our minds and heal our wounded souls We are waiting for the chance to make amends Don't just sit there
That satellite, it is a pretty thing, it glows really bright, it burns everything. We float like aerosol, we rupture through illuminati, We spin like
I can't explain She was tumblin' out of the sky, the sky How I love to see her smile Just like razors in the morning Comin' at ya, comin' at ya So
Cape, Cape Canaveral, go, go catastrophe She's into medicine, neck deep in therapy Where she goes I go, she's a lonely girl Down with the Dramamine,