Letras:
Motorpsycho

: I pounded on a farmhouse Lookin' for a place to stay. I was mighty, mighty tired, I had gone a long, long way. I said, "Hey, hey, in there, Is there

The empire never ended nothing's really changed I know the way it must've felt when visions burn,they sometimes melt and fade away like tracks in snow

He had a heart-attack, Mac they shot him full of smack he overdosed 'fore he understood anything at all They forgot before long put their black righteous

Blown astray on a cold winters day leaves in the garden wind blow away Home of the brave Gas-station vice an ace or the snake-eyed dice? be a local hero

When all the words just fall across the floor and daytime is the nighttime of your soul and you just can't find the truth behind the facts and every dream

Living violently lazy days in a deadlock daze she asked me if I'd even tried she said "The open door is just not there anymore, and it's enough to drive

Interstellar caterpillar levitate leviathan We invocate our demon maggot surf unholy psychopompus on the sea of tranqillity the whirlpool of my brainwaves

Don't break the illusion I love you the way I dream of you I don't want to know I'm happily guessing like dreamers do By keeping me blind, funny valentine

Blonde bomb baby,shellshocked filthy,squeeky clean turned off my reciever made me feel so ugly and mean Hogwash don't spill your guts in my face cos