All that I need is the air that I breathe
And
Sitting' on the back of my time
Fishing' through the cities
I have no fingertips
They were burned away from too many
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't
Underlying
Oh, so more important here
Any kind
Oh, what ever shakes a
Life Ain't So Shitty
There's a lot that you can be
And
All I can say you know my life it's pretty
Pull you down now
Knees knelt, I got my arms open
How come, girl was there when I needed one
How come,
The clothesline of cold eyes
is washing away the face
Big stretch, not much sleep
And a big palm trees rubbin'
Come down from the ceiling
Oh, these pills were made for
Snow flakes rolling over my hair, goose bumping weather
If I'm
