If I go to Heaven it'll probably be a slum. And all the pretty angels just might be packing guns. And if I see St. Peter will he hit me up for cash. Will I find the road to Jesus or just lose him in the trash.
I work on a train. That's eleven and a half cars long. I can only work at night. Cause the things I do are wrong. . We carry some nasty substances. On this little night train.
His stop is always after yours. He never seems to leave. I heard him speak only once. You're standing on my foot (x2). . He never reads the paper. And state's lottery number is 5-8-3.
The girl with the strong arm has saved world cinema. Saved it from itself I like to think. The girl with the strong arm restores old paintings. Including one she found under the sink.
We can stand naked on the corner of Main Street, baby, and. Let everybody slow down and take a look. You can drive your Cadillac to the library, baby, and maybe read the.
Tuesday - yes, it was Tuesday. When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar. He didn't look like my congressman, but that's okay. Nobody really looks like themselves anymore.
Sometimes I like to be alone (x2). But when I hear your voice. I don't have any choice. I want to crawl right through the phone. And I don't want to be alone.
I tried to get to sleep but I had to throw up. I drank a cup of coffee decided to stay up. I watched the television took a sleeping pill. I had some awful dreams that seemed way too real.
I'm getting on a plane. Early in the morning. I'm getting on a plane. Let this be a warning. . Meet me at the airport. Flight 11-41. . 'Cause I'm flying away.
I can't stay awake. Somebody help me, please. . I have too many fingers. Some of them need to leave. Help me out of my body. Help me not to sleep. . I can't stay awake.
Stan's been seeing phantoms and we're not sure what to do. His screaming keeps the whole house up all night. Though we've never touched his closet and his problems are few.
There are others, and then there is myself. . I must learn to distinguish the others from myself. They are separate people, with different personalities.
With the perfect smile for your sugar high. I'd walk a dirty mile. Crystalline. . Are you sure we can't be seen when we're here together. Put me in a dream.
I am the king of the new white underclass. I am the prince of the lazy and poor. I am the one who sleeps the latest. I am the one who won't do my chores.
Life sucks, then you die. And your soul gets sucked into the sky. Birds sing, I wonder why. You eat a bowl of cereal and sigh. You're late for your class.