My kitchen floor started crackin'
And out jumped a man
Big, red
An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like
Like a trip in luxury
A little ship with you and
We're leaving every turn unstoned
And every lesson is unlearned..
With nothing
Straight out of frame'n'bend out of shape
Nothing's real x-cept the
The winter of fortynine had passed
A winter of haunt n
Emotional morons
Knows from instinct what to do
The winds are northern
This
When the day goes into itself
And into my veins
And your
I'm countin' the cattle: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
I'm countin'
Yeah! I wake up; beaten, wrapped around the T.V.
Strange I
Right now no song on the radio could be too
Hey, I'm the guy there on the wall and I'm
Just like an indian
I chant and dance around
A shiny new
Small ideas on little minds
Many fish of many kinds
Easy cash'n'lots
Hey folks, believe in me
Coz I'm a disciple can't you
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