Lyrics:
of the rolling paper
Then start rolling from the middle going outwards
Let your thumbs do the walking
And try to give support and pressure with your fore
with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
like a sore thumb I stuck out. Because even in
My dreams I won't pretend to age, I knew a life of normacy was nothing
But a cage.
When I grow up, I don't
a brief case loaded with frequencies
Provided for the deaf -and-dumb
Salivating fuzzed receptions,
Still have their lips
Suctioned on my thumb
Just
thumb
Surrounded by the handsome and dumb
Half idiot (x8)
Poke me in the belly button
And you might get a laugh
Workin on my cuticles
Til my
And days when you feel nothing at all
But there is no in between
And it's that, that kills you
'Cause you don't know what to do
Which page to thumb
I knew the time had to come
When I'd be held under your thumb
I'm like a pawn in your hand
Moved and compelled, at your command
Whether it's for
Maybe it was me,
But it just didn't feel like anyway to breathe
Being with him, underneath his thumb left a heavy print on me
All the things,
like me
But I am really too dumb for that
So I'll just sit here with my thumb up my ass
And watch you talk to me
I'm bored
And I don't want
the night, night, night, oh
Oh I'm blending in and I'm sticking out
Like a sore thumb that they don't know about
Wanna make peace, wanna just breathe
the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
the beat, shape it
Press rewind, play it, say it, get me reincarnated
Like retards gettin pussy, I dumb in the cut
You wake up in jail cells, with a thumb in
Take both thumbs and dig them in
Stop my flesh from tightening
Rub my back like a champion
Grind your palm into my spine
Weigh me down
naked eye (?)
Don't really wanna, really wanna say goodbye
I'll go to hell some other day
But trust me, baby, it'll be okay
My thumb was on your
two of you
Splinter in your mind's eye
My Phoenix rises to swoop
Still floating in the gray water of your womb
Take the edge of my thumbs
Bury
I had a day to work on a song
I flicked it up and down with my thumbs
The day had gone I hadn't begun
I was bored I was bored
Ooh Part time
I've always needed
To be needed by someone
It's a comforting feeling
Being under someone's thumb
So just be gentle with me
(And if I am ever mean)
thumbs
Touchy babe, I make all the wrong moves
Like a schoolboy out of line
Touchy babe, you like to come a little closer?
You turn around and say
piece in one end of the rolling paper
Then start rolling from the middle going out wards
Let your thumbs do the walking
And try to give support
To arrest my imagination
Profit from my place under the callous thumb
Every dawn gets its day like
Man, they blindly parade like
Every step that we weigh
on your thumb.
Prehistoric flower on the windowsill getting hit by the sun. Flourescnet cloud hanging over top of you, you don't know what you're saying.
whips standin' on the strip with your thumbs out
But that ain't me
I don't care about a whip
Y'all are fake money just another counterfeit
While y'all
on your thumb.
You can sit and twirl.
it
Seems to be the rule of thumb
Don´t be tricked by what you see
You got two ways to go
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