It’s hotter than a two dollar pist… Sharper than a thorn and thistle And no one can whistle Cause thier thoats are dry In this deep fried
I want to wake up early See the sunrise with my own eyes with my own eyes Orange burst into blue
You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over
Darling confide in me By the fireside And melt the past away make the yuletide merry As we watch the present year
Why is everyone so uptight While I try to right my wrongs Claiming I drum To the beat of my own song Is not life a sing along?
Dress up in your Sunday bestest Collared shirts and black dresses Break the bread pass the cup Drink the wine And get in touch
Play it off beat. Call it syncopation. Take a rest. Call it hesitation. Move to the rythm
Outta my head Gotta getcha outta my head Outta my head Gotta getcha outta my head Those looks you had
Here we go again Spinnin, spinnin, spinnin faster, faster, faster on the merry go round Oh it’s a man made disaster
Run, run, run away Gotta get away Believe me when I say Run, run, run, away Gotta get away
Lover, Can you hear me? Lover, Can you see me? My vision is blurred.
Castaway Come back to me Like the waves do to the shore I dont want to be a grain of sand Time lapsing in your hand
HERE THERE ANYWHERE
Fish Stank Wofting over The shore banks Lofting Within my lungs
You were never any good for me. And I was never any good for you. But I loved you any way. You’re a bad habit. And I’m your addict.
