Lyrics:
stabbin' nature in the back by givin' into birth
You’re too ugly & I’m too fat
What kind of seed are we to spawn with genetic cards like
shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick
They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly
experience, sex has been a female
Back in elementary, my shoes used to rap
Every time my soles would hit the street they would flap
Then in high school
slow 'cause all we got is time
And it's the easy breeze that's gonna blow your mind
It's beautiful, take another look around
You're so high but
Gucci-Prada-Louis-Samba isn't that neat?
She thinks that everyone is looking as she's passing them by
And everything looks better with heels three-inches high
Fashion!
And the rainfall
But there's no rainbow
People are painful
Evil and angry, abused and afraid
We all get confused
By the moves that we made
So I mend broken
I only have eyes for you dear
The moon may be high
But I can't see a thing in the sky
I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in
Rise and shining rays appear
Before your eyes open
Better load the craft, depart
Engaging autoflight
Taken by the frequency
No longer just
Contact lost transmission
Satellite not made by hands
Forrest frozen echo
Drifts across the distant land
Raining never ending
Pouring down
a few things I'm missin back home
price of gas is really gettin high its all that you can do to get by nothing new just the same old thing, gettin up
Some days I don't know if I'll make it by
Price of diesel's gettin' mighty high
I live on caffeine and borrowed time
Stretchin' a nickel into
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like
The trees are alive
They held their arms up high
And with a whisper they sighed
Your name against the wind
Your skin was so prized
Your head
and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic
all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin'
Who do you wanna make yourself tonight?
Let's get you on the table
And start the surgery
You've got to be ready by nine.
There's no doubt
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephants eye,
An' it looks like
not you're man or hubby
I'm handsome no not ugly
It's the flow spit tin, go getting, high class to chicken
By pass those pigeons hell
Shake; shake when
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that
as winter fell from Fall
And since you sent no letter I read the writing on the wall.
East of Indiana, East of Indiana
From the high ground she did spin
Good love, left me feeling kinda bad,
Riled up, after all the fun we had,
Put off, by your dirty meddlin'
Ain't that long since,
I was your hootchie
Help me to see Your way and Your light.
Help turn night to day, help I.
Because when I'm down on my knees, I'm high.
And I been trying to find some
annihilation
This is the wayx we'll fuck you up
Welcome to your devastation
[CHORUS]________________________________
Fly, fly with the warbird
Die, die by
keep
these are our times this problem much to big to hold
For you and I far too high to reach
We can begin by holding close the things we know
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