Multi-colored plastic spheres Everything we want to know is in them And we know it, and we know it; We're an ant. You have six left to build your ant
I broke the payphone when you called I stole the wire That owned a goddamn piece of you Ma Bell Is not my mother I can't lie Some bitch get out and tells
My best friend knows this old guy who Who keeps a picture in his shoe He takes it out after a spell Says, "See" Shouldn?t stare that way so long, baby
( Elaine Adamedes ) Dying in the desert he is dreaming of the water down the bathroom drain, Thinking of the oceans and the rain. What are you doing with
Take my sister out of here Screw this bar Put my sister in your car Who called me jail bait? Who called me jail bait? Who called me jail bait, here?
Search the world for something for you (For something for you) Nothing's sweet enough To kiss me like you do Built the walls in your front door So you
Hysterical bending Can't speak Hysterical woman Screams I think A head holds the bending A woman can't be helped This river runs Like water through hell
Kick their heads and they roll off [...] 'Cause you're no baby And you're no honey And you're no midnight brawl And you're no naked sprawl And I can'
Banging in fevered ports Banging in the night Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud I was a kind of hooker My lover was free I don't speak I ramble he
I have two heads Where's the man? He's late One burns one's sky Where's the man? He's late I'm two headed One free, one sticky But is it freedom can
I'm watching I'm only watching trash I want to eat it Wear it, be it Don't make me Don't make me sleep The ache inside this time, it cuts too deep Don
What means hallucinate? What are we supposed to see? What are they supposed to want? Get a job, you scare me I sing here, I'm alone here, I'm with you
Pushing a ribcage Makes it hard to breathe And yet we hold our sweaty hands Year after year Some new year Without music in our head Newspaper tenement
Harvest your tears, in a sieve I can spill things down your shoulders, hold them And I?m afraid you remind me of Santa Claus In a good way And you are
Along the palo duro canyon Red river shows so may eyes One eye squinting, shaded from the sun, shoot me Black a oil, his hair shone Lily white, his skin
I think I could like you If you let me drive your car I think I might want you If you let me drive real far I won't steal your keys I won't try to be
I picked up this lady in a store She dropped her stuff And tripped on it, so I picked her up I said, everybody falls down Once you meet the man you want
He lies, he lies, he lies, he lies, he lies He lies, he lies, he lies, he lies, he lies He lies, he lies, he lies, he lies, he lies He lies, he lies,
