(Kurt Wagner) the old fat robin sticks his beak into the ground with the brain, the size of an eraser kitty runs by causes the robin, she does floppin
Ooh (What's the matter with the boy?) Ooh (Did he really have to be so sure?) But you're not thinking, ride around without a sound Restless boy in restless
Should I know your place And my place or undiscovered Through a curtain or refinery Not certain or temporary I should be more considerate Of the others
So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick of it I've been a dick with it, you're just not used to it Am I'm alright well, as you were there'
Chest of drawers and I ignore Is this feeling for impossible season Evaluate, appropriate, another well done steak Be mindful of suspicion And I have
Bugs rub their legs Together in fevered pitch It trips me out Never gonna let it out Birds they wheeze And my legs they itch Yeah, it flips me out Wonder
Sylvester's three on a tin roof Kathy Dick and the burden of proof If you're lookin' at me you're lookin' at the truth Under the same moon An incense
He hated to shower 'Cause he wanted to smell What was left of the girl That stayed at his hotel Still the water was warm With the soap in his hand As
The gold stereo Stretches out the sound Turns the plates until they're rounded The whole that you know Gets closer to the ground Closer to that thing
What was he wearing? What was I doing? That bittersweet feeling that l was doing something right And l drive and l think That you are the most beautiful
It's the bad way you feel today Brush the dog as you walk away Oh, there it is baby You know that they feel the same But they wave as you turn away Got
And if I never live to see another day Oh, I guess that have to be alright by me How come we never say what it is that we want to say Is this just another
Hey Booger, Neely's been overcast morning A closet full of generic adult diapers and a Bible trivia game Lunch, three doughnuts and some chocolate milk
Have I died in these pools for eyes? Well, I haven't cried and I haven't tried To tell you what you ought to When I see you, when you see me It's heard
Your drug of choice Mix it with a voice A voice that?s creepy Like a nice color red Laid out on the bed Someone's been on this bed before you Your barrettes
The right of callous goes to malice and molders in the grave You seem to witness inner fitness, leaves without a trace To turn about inside the outer
Brought up around bad architecture But it never was his fault Between anxiety and longing Even though, even though, even though Keeps us out of trouble
We never argue International velvet international underground International coverage international i'd like to cover your butt We never argue because
