Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way. Zig-zag patients, vibrating the ancients. Handin' out money, the flies makin' honey. Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee.
*hidden track on Mutations*. . Looking back at some dead world that looks so new,. Offices and fountains that they named for you,. Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom,.
I hate to do this. But you're a pain in the neck. I thought you knew this. You're handing me a canceled check. . You're so helpless. Your girlfriends think you're a saint.
Bogusflow (version 2) / kcrw radio appearance 1994. . Monkey see, monkey die. Laminate your face. And paste it up into the sky. cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's.
Bogusflow (version 2) / kcrw radio appearance 1994. . Monkey see, monkey die. Laminate your face. And paste it up into the sky. cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's.
I'm glad that you're near. I'm sad when you're here. This is what it's like to be me. I'm glad that you're here. I'm sad that you're near. This is what it's like to die alone..
There's a woman sitting in a motel room counting minutes. and she's adding to her list of, "one hour loves.". She's tired and the new will do, she'll replace the body,.
I'm not impressed, I guess I'm not impressed. With which dialect, which dialect marches best. And who reaches Heaven, in what order. When our kids are baptized in mortar.
I draw them on wreckless,. Etched in,. Scratched in like resurrection.. Your sins are killing you, you bet they'll get me too.. I've got to give some to get some..
Three times alone this week, I was supposed to be a rock star.. "I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying.". We are suppose to be the ones who set the air afire..
Mr. Shiver I'm glad you sent a line. Euphoria's endearing. And it's cold we might as well retire. To the drawer where all used things resign. Where all used things resign.
You only get one taste.. For this gift, we are graced. You only get one taste. And for this gift,. For this gift,. For this gift,. Wait.... Wait.... .
Who you fucking now?. I use my slit wrist, sign my name with. And when you can't compete with the Joneses. You gun 'em all down, even the father. . You fucking whore.
When I get back. Pre-break of dawn. hear the ring it's me. live from a pay phone. talking in the rain.. Things pan out exactly as i say they will.. Will I be less happy.
She cured the plague of the holy child.. And all the while, she just walked in.. And "boom" she said,. in her room with her red fingernails. and a grip on the answers..
That burning feeling.. red liquids.. Clear liquids.. Blessed are the sick.. Children shiver in the river.. Where is our God now?. Does he watch over all in El Segundo?.
Many ways. Many days. Many faces down the line. When people whisper it makes her nervous. . Its you from the airport. Addressing most littlest. In several days I just might prove worth it.
I exude light and wash my hands of you.. By larger beings devoured, leaving only me to improve.. Weep.. Don't fucking weep.. You weak eyes cry tears of the meek..
Yeah, it's over,. You can bet in mid October I will still be ranting 'bout most early May.. Yeah, he's a winner,. He's a goddamn sinner,. While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day..
{Hello. Yo Kam. Yo mom whats up, what's goin' on. Yo I can't meet you later yo. What happened?. Yo he stalkin' me. He in yo face like dat. Like dat yo hold on}.