Sarah, settle down
Put your helmet on
Walk through streets of gold
With
I tell tales, tall as cliffs, you've got a lisp
Kid,
Children broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off huffin'
Oh God, deliver me from my enemies
These women in green
It sure felt nice getting ripped apart
In that junked out
Coke bottle glasses, TV screens
And I am your mother, Amy
This
Hip-hip, hooray
Talk to me and I'll be a saint
Take off
Settle down
You're starting to freak me out
And comb your hair
If
Choking on a bone
She comes wandering home
Up the twisted stairwell
Of
Real naked girls
You could go around the world but I've
I caught a bad case of the shivers
I caught a
Strung out down in a hole
And the ocean is bleeding