He’s a fine monkey,
I can see right through his skin,
his
Red braid bell hanging down my wall,
whispering sounds and wish-making,
I
I thought it was raining,
but it's only the AC
running
I am full of bullshit.
Sometimes I can feel it,
I found a place without a chair.
Nowhere to sit,
I’ve really done a job on this one
been alive for
Maybe it wasn’t our time.
Maybe it wasn’t our life.
Here
Stubborn as hell, that’s what you are.
Stick to your side
Pull your tongue into the water,
pull it down to the
She was running,
running so hard,
you couldn't tell her apart
Molly, you’ve got to
put your saddle on tight.
You’ve a
Napalm Train, last run.
Napalm Train, last run.
I hear the no-good
Follow the road,
it turns like leaves.
My wife, shiny lady,
My child
oh, my friend, with the stolen spare key,
I found
I park my car down the block,
take off my shoes
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