Beefheart, honey, don't you wanna come and play with me?
Beefheart,
You think I'm blind, I can see for miles
You think
Why can't I feel the things that I'm supposed to
Why
Supposition worse than flu
Over my head
Hangs a weighted lung for
The big dirty sky's gonna fall in on me
It's heavy
Old man's ass
Fifty heads wide
Old man's ass
Could stretch a battle
I will clean and cover my windows
'Cos I don't want
All I can see is what I've fried
And all the
Sweet is the mind that carries me.
Under its breath lies
Fit to burst I'm in love,
No, no , no
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