Well, those electric sheep to the valley they keep walkin'. On the radio waves, selling tennis shoes and beer. It induces sleep when that DJ starts his talkin'.
What is that fallin' out of your eyes. What is that rollin' on down your shit. Thunder and lightning from the bloodshot skies. This time its feeling like a permanent hurt.
What is that fallin' out of your eyes. What is that rollin' on down your shirt. Thunder and lightening from a bloodshot sky. This time its lookin' like a permanent hurt.