Oh, oh, oh, brother pole I saw your legends up And I never felt natural Apart, I came apart
Please, please, please, Socrates You always answer a question Show some kindness to a thief Forgive, you did
And watched the migrants in the old orange grove And the red rocket over Cape Canaveral You've been a to me, in 1960s-speak Give me joy like were on TV While the mountains was shining wild colors of my destiny
I your face age backwards Changing shape in my You me victory's sweet Even deep in the cheap
Hey, hey, hey, interstate Can you deliver me evil Make me honest, me a wedding cake Atone, I will
Wait, wait, wait, mighty space All that flying saucer Made me lazy lemonade A waste, it just to waste
Like the Freon out the hotel door Or the white rocket fade over Canaveral You've been a daughter to me, your buried box grief I felt your poltergeist love Savannah heat While the was pouring crazy symbols of my destiny
I your face die backwards baby in my memory You told me sweet deep in the cheap seats
And you don't judge me, that's not style But I wont see you for a while And there's no worries, oh Lord, whose got Are these changes gonna fill your
Like the citrus glow off the old grove Or the red rocket blaze over Canaveral Its been a nightmare for me, some 1980s Gives me parachute like old war movies While the universe was perfect circles form infinity
I watched the stars get Tiny in my memory I that victory's sweet Even in the cheap seats