I see them when they go To their hole museum See them eating on all fours Nostalgia rusting in Long forgot and never been Slippin' in and out of time
The baby can Talk to me In his hand He holds the future A broken key That fits tomorrow All welomce to new world city Just a friend A rotten kid Now
The boy is good, so good for you with sandy hair, and sandal shoes They call it good, Making no mistakes And dye it black, she's a TV man Pick him up
Instrumental
Hanging from the thumbnail of the moon, loosen the tension Must be kind of unusual, not fair falling short of denial I'm tied up again, I'm tied upside
Looking under the washing machine I'm picking up our loveline Of dirtier change Maybe my old blue jeans I haven't worn in a year But deep in a pocket
I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got
Swing your head into motion Raise your arms to the sky Watch the clouds roll on by Enemies of wasted time Demolish everything Lose yourself and follow
When we all grow down Looking up is easy When the shelter breaks And it's so hard to please me All I'm hoping for Is for you to see me And I know it'
Like all my friends Who's biting on my nails I just wish you'd pound em in Do you really want to be my best friend You let me know Cause I won't let you
Do you wanna swim in garbage? It's floating next to me Not a ship to sail the sea If wa keep it up You can kiss this wave away Dirty water ocean I'm
Living in a hole on a couch With plastic cameras on the wall I said fragile you gotta care with handle Could it be is it me A twisted childhood memory
They were at a hotel, and their equipment got stolen, and this song is supposed to be about that. or something. the following words appear where the lyrics
Third time this year gone, buy me a key to this City lights makes me feel sick and broke I'm not goin Homeless, outside in springtime, it's getting dark
There's a muzzle and a vine I swing back from time to time There's a camero, rusty red That all my best friends drive in Take of at the light Straight
your skin and try to Peel away hairless skin from the alien Peel away hairless skin from the alien As we stepped out onto moon Somebody tell me how
Hiding for the future, hiding because it's the way She will plant And give no grief to disposition She is an alligator Bet she'll tell you later I got
I know she's strapin on her violin face Playin the strings with her bow in hand I wonder how she's gonna move her pieces When the king wants to checkmate
