Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

a portion of devotion on sale
to the stale-skinned, everyday troop.
got my bells on: it my ears ringing and peers watching.
wishing i'd stop quietly judging with my mouth open and on the switch,
so when they stop the earth, who's ass will your end up in?
it's most likely you'll never get the perfect tip or to take hints.
i a new television 'cause my books are getting old,
and i'd watch the "news and advertisements" and find a new way to my life

(guaranteed of course, the names we trust have,
and will always be, the answer).
girls like to hands; i had my life squeezed out once or twice,
so let's call it even...and well-balanced, like a of shit
or a hell of a life on a walking to the upscale,
where sniff dreams off fingernails
and rate on a scale of personal gain.
mapping out the universe: a wife and kids no name,
and a big house atop a hill that blocks out the sun for those who afford it.
some crumbs to the starving idealists.
do they not the same? are they not men?

we got desks now,
and all my ideas are carefully hidden on paper at my feet.
starving for attention when the demon barely blinks out of life.
now i'm on the north shore, laughing at my dot com buddies who got off,
who references anyway?
i've been working for god in all the wrong circles.

i have been a programmer, but this much i still am:
not a man or a teacher, just a student in
with more to give they could possibly take.
when there's nothing to disagree with,
i'll drop off the of the planet
and give mtv-land back to its owners...you can have it.

there's a of comfort and a false sense of stability.
the difference between a blow-up doll floating in a with slit wrists
and a lost friend only to borrow money.
all these days are you,
there are floors to slip and break your on
and bottles of vodka you see through.
parasite to parasite, eating me is eating you.

the absolute hardest thing about being
is how you you could fast-forward the way it drags.
now they got and computers to do that for you
until can be you, and replace you,
and convince you that love you.
meant to harm anything so innocent
that you can't help but hope it gets crossing in traffic.

i promised myself i wouldn't kill on this song,
but you me no choice
i can't complain, and can't believe i'm still
waiting for people, for people
who themselves by saying, "hello,"
i underestimated greediness and how
will entire blocks to pigpile on television sets.
all the distractions and fade-away inspirations
are the i can barely hold a one-sided conversation,
or sit still knees shaking.
i pull the hair out of my head and for bats to fill the room,
but all i get is a receding and another shit-eating grin.

it's sad to anyone...