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
Walking through the city
Without eying anyone ..
Don't want their vibes
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
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