"I've got bugs in my lungs that don't want to die."
"I've got these miniature guys in my eye's they make me get high."
"Oh Why Oh Why" I asked... Why have I got to spy?
Spy on the twirling gig figs, that sat on the rigs,
the ones who washed the back of st. peter on a boiling heater,
coasted in a coat of wet paint
while defiling a saint
chose to pick many horsed throats instead of one.
finalized the chess game in a duel,
now play the mule
Come on Press The Button.
Press the Button.
make haste
While we still got time to waste.
the ones who washed the back of st. peter on a boiling heater,
coasted in a coat of wet paint
while defiling a saint
chose to pick many horsed throats instead of one.
finalized the chess game in a duel,
now play the mule
Come on Press The Button.
Press the Button.
make haste
While we still got time to waste.
5 comments:
I've got pockets in my bones and I don't know why.
I got talkers in my moans and I don't know why.
Make haste,
While we still got time to waste...
Indeed...
:)
Nice lyrics for a track!
it's a hot cold dream..
very good work, Aaron!
Oh yes Aron you definitively got bones in your pocket!
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