Sanoja: Beck. A Western Harvest Field By Moonlight. Lampshade.

:
I don't want no crying
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be?
You call me up on Tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
Looking' for some good things
To make me feel alright

When I snap my fingers
When I walk the line
When I get my money
I'll be killing' time
Time is killing' something
It's just too small to care
Running' through the jungle
Looking' for your hair

Someone's talking' backwards
Looking' for a fight
Putting' on a lampshade
Cuz you're shinning' way too bright
I don't want no crying
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life
On a broken train

Feel Like a Piece of S--t

I feel like a piece of s--t
[repeating]

Mango (Vader Rocks!)

A sparkle in the night
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced...deeply into myself
Faceless...emerging
Black confetti

Feel Like a Piece of S--t

I feel like a piece of s--t
[repeating]