Porpoise And The Hand Grenade Lyrics - Spit On A Stranger - Pavement

Harness you hopes on just one person 

because you know a harness was only made for one 

Don't telegraph your passes you'll end up with mollasses 

Cauterize with syrup in syrup and mollasses 

And I'm checking out the asses the assets that attract us to anything that moves we're deep inside the grooves 

And it's time to shake your ashes 'cos someones gonna cash it we're plot it turns again the reference starts at ten 

Show me a word that rhymes with Pavement and I will kill your parents and roast them on a spit 

An' a dontcha try to etch it or permanently sketch it or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold 

And the freaks have stolen the White House 

I moved into a lighthouse its on a scenic quay its oh so far away 

Far away from the beginnin' the shroud is made of linen the yearling took your purse 

The goth kid has a hearse 

Heart breakin' earth quakin Kiwis they are home bakin' minds wide open true 

Leisure a leisure suit is nothing its nothing to be proud of in this late century and I'm asking you to hold me just like a morning paper pinched between your pointer your index and your thumb 

Its a semi-automatic believers are ecstatic you see the way they cling the cold metallic sting