This is the best, the best of the blessed   It didn’t test the camera   I couldn’t take another picture from the fire   But it’s taking hold, the paper and gold   The foolish thoughts we inspire   I somehow overthrow the places I’ve grown to admire   Oooo   Sit on the throne, and talk on the phone   Everybody’s doin’ fine   You’d be better off dead and the rest is a throwaway line   A lock of the curls of a beautiful girl standing by my side   She could’ve thrown me off like the deadest weight   She’s all right      There is a mountain of lovers uncounted to dig up and throw away   You’re one of those lovers it’ll hurt to uncover one day   You are the west and the west is a test   Dig it up please and play nice   There’s no way to measure but pleasure to pleasure   It’s just fine      As you yell out the window   As you stare at the wall   Through the red of the engine light   She will carry us all   It’s a pretty life   Til you’re smashing the rock into roll   It’s a pretty life   Til your’re smashing the rock into roll   Through the glass of the window   Through the stone of the wall   Through the red of the engine light   She will carry us all   It’s a pretty life   Til you’re smashing the rock into roll   She a pretty wife   Til you’re smashing the rock into roll