Crowds of people, bodies brushing Mouths are moving, all white noise Glasses clinking, people screaming High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe They story
Forward,forward, back, back, back I've fallen and I can't get up and I'm slipping through the cracks I'm in a crisis and I can't afford the prices No
Let me tell you about a girl I know She had a drink about an hour ago Sitting in a corner by herself In a bar in downtown hell She heard a noise and
And now you're hopping onto the gondola With a snowboard attached to your foot Goofy foot, ok Regular foot, ok And with the fever for the powder You'
Well, here I am, like a sardine in a can In a foreign land, with the guys in the band Uh huh, uh huh On the bus, in the back lounge You're the only girl
I'm ready to explode from the garbage Buildover Cannot wait to hit The road and use the hobo angst release commode All I wanna do is float on a cloud
Let dem ho's fight, dem ho's they did fought A titty flew flop out singing, knock the bitch out Left right and a hook, a blubber glut shook We all bet
Idiotic behavior to the beat It made me skeet a happy gooey Substance between me and my funky HumTy Dumpty feet lawd. Whilin' like a lunatic So violently
You hide behind your eloquence And some sound advice But what's beneath your gross concern, Ain't nuthin' nice Manipulate us once again, To see your way
Millions of times the earth has spun We must get dizzy going 'round the sun It ain't no wonder why minds are gone Can we help them understand It's like
Got those aches and pains in your behind But it's in your head where you will find You must strap on your safety belt And shield your fender In case they
Get off the bus and I caught myself running Into the truck stop at three in the morning Oh shit And you thought you had time to take a dump Drop the kids
I think I bit my tongue today No sign of blood but this taste won't go away Even if a wound does heal Its scar might never fade Unwelcome words can pierce
A line of strands to mark the trail, No one said it would be easy. I must admit I'd thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, all these years
Bright, cold silver moon Tonight alone in my room You were here just yesterday Slight turn of the head Eyes end when you said I guess I need my life
Someone's knocking on my kitchen door Leave the wood outside what All the girls here are freezing cold Leave me with your Borneo, I said "I don't need
Won't you take your words, brother? Won't you mind your world, brother? I find you so offensive, punk Won't you take my word, brother? I tell you no
Thinking back, thinking of you Summertime, think it was June Yeah, think it was June Laying back, head on the grass Chewing gum, having some laughs Yeah