I'm so fucking sick. I'm the king of the world. I'm a genius of useless stuff. . Some people they gotta work. Well I just hang around. Dreaming up useless stuff.
This is the golden age. It's hard to imagine. With the way I feel today. That this is the golden age. The golden age. . Somewhere, I failed. Somewhere, I lost you.
I don't know what the world may need. But I'm sure as hell that is starts with me. And that's a wisdom, I've laughed at. I don't know what the world may want.
Sweet thistle pie. Sweet thistle pie. . It's been a long time since I had sweet thistle pie. It's been a long time since I had sweet thistle pie. She claps her hands and snaps her fingers.
If I could just keep. My stupid mind together. Then my thoughts across. The land for you to see. . The sun drags locomotives to the ocean. No one knows this like I do.
Where ya going to?. If you want me let me take you. Where ya going to?. If you want me let me take you. . 'Cause in my life. I got nothing to believe in.
Well, the movie star, well, she crashed her car. But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head. Everyone said she was dangerous. . Well, the chief of police kept the crime off the streets.
Sometimes I wanna take you down. Sometimes I wanna get you low. Brush your hair back from your eyes. Take you down let the river flow. . Sometimes I go and walk the street.
Well, lucky number seven passed me by. Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by. Well, he came back, don't you know with his brother six in tow.
G-d-bm-d-a-g. D-a-d-g-d-a-d. D-g-d-g-d-bm-d-a-d (ending: g-d-a-d-g-d-a-g-d). . Well, lucky number seven passed me by. Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by.
Oh, yeah I feel alright tonight. Oh, man the stars are bright tonight. Like we could reach right out. And help yourself to them. . 'Cause what we want and what we need.
I'm a little rocket ship. I'll take you on a little trip. We'll leave this planet far behind. . I'm a little tired of it. And you're a little weary, I can tell.
I'd really like to see you now. In your father's combat boots. I'd really like to be with you. 'Cause we could be so dark. . It was only for the grace of you.
Gold summer wheat. It sways in the breeze. Till it fades in the Autumn to brown. . Cool summer grass. It beckons and calls. And I lie here with you in my heart.
Someone please save us. Save us from our wicked little selves. We're bent on courageous, we're drifting. So it's hard for me to tell. . I wanna make you mine.
We went down to the old part of town. By the stinking canal and the cotton mill. Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on. With a gesture she said to me.
I hear a voice that fights the wind, the rain that keeps fallin'. And I feel a river rushin' in between you and me. And you keep on lookin' for something that's not lost.
Cigarettes and carrot juice and get yourself a new tattoo. For those sleeveless days of June. I'm sitting on the Cafe Xeno's steps with a book I haven't started yet.
And it's a long, long way to the top. But when you come down, it's one headlong rush. . You've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light. Hanging like stars, hanging like stars.
Let's pick it up. Let's pick it up. Let's pick it up. Let's pick it up. . Well, the year of the redneck mama. It was announced by the sign of a comet.