For every wild weekend The roofers cry Under the underdog bullwhip A "Nothing For Granted" requested Abusing the signal Went forth the student of
Rumbling joker hides a lot Rumbling joker lies a lot to you Leads a calibrated life Never does it rudely, foolishly Cool inside May we always cry May
Do something real sidewalks chasing citizens racing do something real bloodhounds closing in on opposing men do something real crows like rats like cats
I listen to your conventional message same things allure me assure me I'm not getting in or through going nowhere faster than most That's the way the
Uncorking a fresh jug of Indian ripple The road to excess is a time bomb The kids in the back wipe snot on the tail Of your silver tuxedo but still youll
They will send for you someday Release the sunbird Wheel up to you and drive you home And below it was home then To keep us so grounded Oh, and I know
In this greater battle Where tanks corrode And airplanes dissolve Indians race on foot Up to the fallen idol And there is no longer fight Only the stolen
File it under milestones Men who pay the price Flings of the waistcoat crowd The grooms have hit ice Dead father-type husbands Have given them a world
Thick miracles evaporate fast this is the land of soft smoke clunkers' dealers up the offer up on supergroove highway maximum reality vs. fond'o Rhonda
When she needs a public apology silence will do up in an ugly room everybody dances Soul train college policeman Man, it's the age stars and stripes
Second step next language I selected it Cant you see it in my eyes? And Im a competent selector of lies That will not help you Second step next language
Has there been a break today Stoned comedian Ringo? Should I put the plates away? Captain, are you sure theyre coming in? I am quail and quasar I picked
Fine mussels & selected brains The trimmings of slim victory Over the smelly waters Of "See a World and Eat it" Shocked by a whaling umpire's trumpet
Cigarette burnholes in the forest floor Carry on children in the firecracker store w/ two men gone & the other one missing Yours are the lips that I'll
Well the shuttle bus is leaving us It has collected 50 souls Who have redefined our roles And in the curtain there are holes So we can see them Look
Their wails heard from scenic overlooks And like fish marinating In the swamp, the glade The pig-nosed parade We do not even see them A world coming up
I'm tired of you This occasion rattled me a lot We build our island towers high Will it fall on me? A steeple of knives Caught in core emotions rising
Now see this! We are O.K. Fallen over Hear me when I grunt Supper reappearing during lift-off And a number of saints Pull into the station Gotta get gassed