Follow me, don't follow me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are
i fought for cover then i ran, ran, ran found a love colored me whole no more cannon-fire orange, cannon-fire orange, cannon-fire orange does the flower
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There was a time, when lonely men would wander Through this land rolling aimlessly along So many times, I've heard of their sad story Written in the words
Things got rough, things got tough Things got harder than hard We were just trying to make a livin' In our back yard We were born too late, died to soon
Yeah, I'm going steady with Iron Ore Betty She's goin' steady with me We receive our mail in the same mailbox We watch the same TV I got rug burns on
Hey, there she goes, well, I though she'd never leave heaven knows You know it sure gives me the creeps Well, you know I went, loved that woman to the
Orange skies Carnivals and cotton candy and you And I love you too You know I do Nightingale Prettier than anything in the world And I love you too You
A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken, holding all weight for me the weight of me and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend so I'll turn
Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer Look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia All awake With a heavy hand holding me down I stay All
I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing Get it straight, get it right today hesitate or just carry on slow with wonder A little low
Though the sign says "Monterey: forty light years from right here, " We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view, dream-like, rolls away
I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off if this ship is unsteady, how will
I felt the break and roll of the nexus on a day when the whole world Elected to sell us out there are the hands that grab my attention When all is what
of all this celebration you milked the tree, You must get down I'm already down just when do you start to fake a love for jazz and blue green oranges
You held out and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average dope you're in the dream room
We never thought that you were gone until we turned the lights on except for some thing about your life going to waste in more ways then one and spoke
The fathers torment the one son it falls on across warm deep oceans A whole world away eighteen brothers holding out while the tree of moments and the