We're goin' down the road. Towards tiny cities made of ashes. I'm gonna hit you on the face. I'm gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no. . I just got a message that said.
Does not exist, take an exit. Does not exist, take an exit. . I hear voices insinuatin'. Feeds me lyrics to this. Song that I am sayin'. . Sunlight 7:20 PM, early September.
Sometimes all I really want to feel is love. Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry. Sometimes my feelings get in the way. Of what I really feel I needed to say.
I'm down on the water. (I'm down on the water). I don't know so I don't bother. (I don't know so I don't bother). Looking out the window of my dad's old Chevy.
Their custom concern for the people. Build up the monuments and steeples. To wear out our eyes. . I get up just about noon. My head sends a message for me.
She was going with a cinematographer. Everyone knew that he was really a pornographer. They went down to the dance and grind. And everybody was feeling fine.
Yeah, yes, yes, have I told ya. You could really get it on?. I was at an all night diner. The sign said, triple X. . But they were talking about root beer.
As long as you're gone I can't apologize. For all the things that I haven't said and done. And 100 miles is a long drive inside a car. 200 is a long drive inside a car, 300 is a long drive inside a car.
As long as your gone, I can't apologize. For all the things that I haven't said and done. . And 100 miles is a long drive inside a car. 200 miles is a long drive inside a car.
In heaven everything is fine. In heaven everything's alright. In heaven everything is fine. In heaven everything is fine. In heaven. . Workin' on a livin', I'm workin' on a leavin'.
Hey, haven't seen you around in a while. Hey, haven't seen you around in a while. Hey, haven't seen you around in a while. Hey. . I didn't go to work for a month.
Every sick fickle fucker. Childhood's what makes ya. Till they treat you like tundra. Weigh those opinions, more like air than lead. . Every planned occupation.
On the waydown they saw a lot they don't remember. And if you asked them how, they couldn't say how they got there. And if you want them now, you could just pull on the lever.
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart. I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over. My boss just quit the job says.
It was on the rotating eyes. It was all on the same postcard. It was all on the same damn shirt. Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house. . It was all in the great state parks.
Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight. . Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance. Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance.
It was on the rotating eyes. It was all on the same postcard. It was all on the same damn shirt. Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house. . It was all in the great state parks.
Won herself a pass to some far off moon. It was second class but what's to lose. And looking out her window she could more than assume. That you can't see air or time.
I fell in love and. I needed a road map. To find out where you lived. So excited now. . Sleepwalking 'cuz I'm sleepwalking. The white trash boys. Listen to the headphones.
She ionizes and atomizes. Then turns to sunlight. He realizes and itemizes. Pulls harder than gravity. . She ionizes and atomizes. Then turns to sunlight.