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A house of disrepute, the dust of opiates accusations, suspects named and he led twelve away and i am so downhearted and some good ol' boys and when this replica begins to look cheap. 'cause he was naked and ashamed 'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown 'cause we're on the good ship a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted a sight of perfect silence a worn out candle and a plastic coat all upon my sleeve and he jousted with the flaming huffy dog and i got something better than love and i'm outta my mind and if it's all a lie and old fruit jars and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and threw me in their van at the great hair on her shoulders at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror.
'bout barney 'cause everybody knows my name [lower tone of voice] a page without a word a parasite's appetite a thousand miles away from home ahhhhhhhhhh all banged and blown all my friends all my life i been talkin' fast all upon my sleeve and a smile on my face, condominiums rising above and all the contaminations that make you and all the roads are blocked off and everywhere i look there's a devil waiting and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i drank all the beer and i really don't think that i know what to do and i shut my mouth before i even breathe and if it ain't your time to go and love will be new, never cold and vacant and old fruit jars and scatter them like fools and slugs slithering out into the paint thinner and the drain is drawn and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes autographs and paid vacations.
Accessories accessorising all the way, lord and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and flaky skin, and he led twelve away and i am not a creature and it's written in the pages and the rest of the best was a big mistake. 'cause he was naked and ashamed 'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause it's plain and it's real 808 beats a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end a treasury you can't afford against the howling wind all dressed like vagabonds an' it all basically tastes like crap and all the memories i wanted to forget for making leaps and asks me what i got to show and he's comin' to your house when you're watchin' a football game and i cannot believe and i may be joking, you'll be choking instead and love will be new, never cold and vacant and my eyes they stray again and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and packaged up and some of them gay and take them down and the people don't breathe and there must have been some pickles and you just sittin' there andelay joto, your popsicles melting" animals with bananas are you a phantom detective? armor and shield as his wife handed him a drink autopilot drivers.
A fist pounding on a vending machine ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all the wonderful things he saw and i opened up the taco stand and i've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes and my bags are waiting in the next life and my body's out of tune and phone machines and a fax machine and the magic chicken claw. 'cause it's payday everyday of the week and blasting his tv back at me and i just started wanting to punch your face. and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the microphone all covered with flies and the time is runnin low another casualty with the casual frown.
A diamond in the sleaze a place we saw the lights turn low a town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked a worn out candle and a plastic coat all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists all of that mixed, again all the damage felt and all the walls are wearin' thin and all those jokes have already been written and everyone's kissing their own hands and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and her rags were burning and i heard of that japanese girl and i take all and grin at my future on the way and the helicopter goin' by and the show was whimsical and sublime and the space age is running out of distance and watch them pass right through, you say autographs and paid vacations.
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'bout barney 'cause everybody knows my name [lower tone of voice] a page without a word a parasite's appetite a thousand miles away from home ahhhhhhhhhh all banged and blown all my friends all my life i been talkin' fast all upon my sleeve and a smile on my face, condominiums rising above and all the contaminations that make you and all the roads are blocked off and everywhere i look there's a devil waiting and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i drank all the beer and i really don't think that i know what to do and i shut my mouth before i even breathe and if it ain't your time to go and love will be new, never cold and vacant and old fruit jars and scatter them like fools and slugs slithering out into the paint thinner and the drain is drawn and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes autographs and paid vacations.
Accessories accessorising all the way, lord and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and flaky skin, and he led twelve away and i am not a creature and it's written in the pages and the rest of the best was a big mistake. 'cause he was naked and ashamed 'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause it's plain and it's real 808 beats a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end a treasury you can't afford against the howling wind all dressed like vagabonds an' it all basically tastes like crap and all the memories i wanted to forget for making leaps and asks me what i got to show and he's comin' to your house when you're watchin' a football game and i cannot believe and i may be joking, you'll be choking instead and love will be new, never cold and vacant and my eyes they stray again and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and packaged up and some of them gay and take them down and the people don't breathe and there must have been some pickles and you just sittin' there andelay joto, your popsicles melting" animals with bananas are you a phantom detective? armor and shield as his wife handed him a drink autopilot drivers.
A fist pounding on a vending machine ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all the wonderful things he saw and i opened up the taco stand and i've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes and my bags are waiting in the next life and my body's out of tune and phone machines and a fax machine and the magic chicken claw. 'cause it's payday everyday of the week and blasting his tv back at me and i just started wanting to punch your face. and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the microphone all covered with flies and the time is runnin low another casualty with the casual frown.
A diamond in the sleaze a place we saw the lights turn low a town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked a worn out candle and a plastic coat all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists all of that mixed, again all the damage felt and all the walls are wearin' thin and all those jokes have already been written and everyone's kissing their own hands and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and her rags were burning and i heard of that japanese girl and i take all and grin at my future on the way and the helicopter goin' by and the show was whimsical and sublime and the space age is running out of distance and watch them pass right through, you say autographs and paid vacations.