| This road on |
I wish planes |
| On which the planes |
Would drive on the |
| The planes they drive |
Drive on the road |
| They drive the planes the |
And I wish bullets would |
| The fast move |
Wouldn't move so |
| The bullets blast |
Wouldn't move so fast |
| I wish they wouldn't |
Jesus I thought I'd had a |
| I wish they wouldn't |
I'd had a |
I could talk about guts but that's a whole
nother letter
It's for one member's member to express it better
Felt a little bit jack-knifed since I was a puber
So I'm swinging on a pick-axe trying to make it gooder
| So someone |
I get the feel |
| So someone's been |
The feeling get |
| Been fucking with |
I get it with |
| The feeling get |
Been fucking with |
| The food chain |
The chain the food |
| The view from here |
The food the view |
| From up here up here up here |
I'm trying I'm trying |
I've got some funny ideas about what makes
great art
My vegetarian friends all think they're pretty smart
I know it's noxious but can I have my money back?
It's just I need it now
Sam Sam Sam know you're trying all you can
Kicking up the blast and blam for your gun-shocked baby
| And so they thought |
They thought they were |
| Creating the |
The sounds they were |
| Creating sounds |
The sounds of the |
| The future the |
They thought they were |
| The future |
It sounds like |
| It sounds they were |
And in a sense |
| They in a sense |
And in a sense and in |
| In a sense they were |
A sense they were |
Why procrastinate now when I could do it
later?
All this soundbiting it's a map of space it's such an
Episode bore it's a bag of peaches in some
Lardball's breeches
(Cue some girly screeching)
Sam Sam Sam know you're trying all you can
Kicking up the blast and blam for your gun-shocked baby
(lyrics sent by Kevin
Moens)
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