' in Now there's no time to live Live, yea We came to the earth to graze Now everyone's diggin' in Now there's no time to live Live, yea, hey, haa In
If the mother goes to sleep with you Will you run and tell Geraldo? If the mother bears your children without tears Without the usual costs of labor
Everybody has a ghost Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do Yours is not like mine, it's alright, keep it up Boy looses rib in New Orleans He can
I kill you in my dreams I turn the other cheek durin' the day I'll kill you all The subculture of my dreams Is waitin' for me to fall asleep I know you
My brother kicked his feet to sleep My brother kicked his feet to sleep My brother kicked his feet to sleep And I sang the dirge song My brother never
Everybody's here Puke stinks like beer This could be a city This could be a graveyard You stole my idea You stole my idea Everybody's anxious For the
Looks like America's dropped her load As she was ready to explode I could not see her from up here 'Cause she was lyin' in the road My head's in the
Anyone, caught in your mystery Keep it angry, keep it whispy I've fallen down, drunk on your juices Turn my head Turn my head It's aimed at you Funky
It was an evening I shared with the sun To find out where we belong From the earliest days We were dancing in the shadows More wine 'Cause I got to have
Let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue A smorgasbord Let's go hang out in a church We'll go find lurch Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey Is
The baby's not screaming enough The singers not singing enough Ramana's not breathing to us Behold the unsheathing It's love The blade is not ready To
If I was half alive then you were dead Subsistin' on that same old bread It's the memory that hides the whole wide world It's the gas hed's love of America
forget your mother and your father they aren't important son we came to the earth to graze everyone's diggin'in now there's no time to live live people
: let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue, a smorgasboard let's go hang out in a church we'll go find lurch then we'll haul ass down through the abbey
: the baby's not screaming enough the singer's not singing enough ramana's not breathing, to us behold the unsheathing, it's love the blade is not ready
: it was an evening i shared with the sun to find out where we belong from the earliest days we were dancing in the shadows more wine cuz i got to have
: my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep and i sang the dirge song my brother never
: i'll kill you in my dreams i turn the other cheek during the day i'll kill you all the subculture of my dreams is waiting for me to fall asleep i
