Lyrics:
my greener grass is anywhere you're at
By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
I'm shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
I
roll up your sleeves,
this could take some time.
everything waits on assembly lines - but not here.
in the emergence of plan,
we'll be surrounded by
away a part of me I couldn't leave
Got me feeling so brand new
Brushed away the dust of my past
Got me feeling lucky
To be a statue built by you
You're
nations
Take me to my dead Christ!
And shall fall by the edge of the sword
And shall fall by the edge of the sword
Take me to my dead Christ!
Then all men
possibly be infinite
Since "outer-space" only exists in cartoon fairy tales
Nor edge required for all could be enclosed
Possibly by electromagnetism
Consider this a distant early warning
The fires imminent
Pollution gathering dust particles
Funneling through smokestacks, airways, bandwidth
This
Call me when you're ready, put the makeup on the shelf
Love to be impatient when you hold me by the stem
Hold the flames and shoot them if I only
never played a note
A blue collar man building hummingbirds
No masks or mirrors spray-painting sunburst
The Gibson man surrounded by dust and noise Wish
up
I'm writing this over dust fields
Littered by red solo cups
Eyes Wide Shut
One year later
Exiled like Genesis
Outside looking in
Time moves fast
the assembly language level
Local expressions of languagе are epigenеtic
It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not
the star dust
There's no Starbucks, it's just us
And you're beautiful
Gorgeous
Oh, I'm so into you
Captivated by your majesty like gravity
Actually, have you
already have
That I could sing to your heartbeat
And make the words rhyme
And I can feel how your heart
Twists around mine
I'm hanging on the edge
We're too
Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyone's sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall
core is a writhing assembly of
Wormlike divinements and pus
His mind is untimely
A nova
Of stings
And of stomas delivered
By hags in the crush
Flyblown
In the days when Rosie beckoned girls to join assembly lines
A mixture simply named "Undark" made wristwatch faces' shine
And women with
and rollin' in a rocking chair made of wood
Lookin' at the water tower road with the hill right by the sun come
Dually kickin' up dust on a one lane road
From the depths of Hell
So far I fell
A deal made with the devil
After all the dust had settled
There's an hourglass of time
Counting down all
Seeming right behind
Turn around to see
All that's left to find
Nightmares coming to call
Coming straight for us all
I
Am blind
Can't speak
Surrounded by
Standing on the edge
Saw it coming
What did you do about it
Take the next step through the loop
Looks like the clues were left
Swept underneath
When all the bodies fall will they shun the light
And dust their feet on brittle stone
And all this time is wasted on an assembly line
To keep things
Pick up the dust-down
Dodging the feds
She in the back doing some ugh now
She get a rush now
Adjust now
Open her legs
She picking sides
Who
Pick up the dust-down
Dodging the feds
She in the back doing some ugh now
She get a rush now
Adjust now
Open her legs
She picking sides
Who
at the edge of the world
Kicking all the dust off
Beating on the blacktop
Hear him as he’s singing
Here’s to the grind, amen
Here’s to the grind, amen
He roll
goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust turn the radio up
And that fireball whiskey
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