Letras:
Machine Head All In Your Head

: Man you've gotta problem, who made you fuckin' king A macho pig with nothing in your head. No girls around you, their place is not at gigs, Don't want

figured she'd gone back to Austin Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up 3 rings and an answering machine

: Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and

Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your

gotta stop her like Hey hey I can't breathe and As hard as it seems I might need machine She my daily dose She keep me level headed Gets me higher than

now they?ll say But everything looks perfect from far away Come down now but we?ll stay I tried my best to leave This all on your machine But the persistent

cleverly read or took on into the search of your own suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images of plastic material whenever your ready your

cushion my callous sighs. And I know that you hope for longer good-byes embracing for forever and falling in your eyes. Pouring over photographs. I'm living in your

cushion my callous sighs. And I know that you hope for longer good-byes embracing for forever and falling in your eyes. Pouring over photographs. I'm living in your