Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

a good of devotion on sale
to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy troop.
got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and watching.
wishing i'd stop quietly with my mouth open and hands on the switch,
so when they stop the earth, who's ass will your end up in?
it's most likely you'll get the perfect tip or learn to take hints.
i want a new 'cause my books are getting old,
and i'd watch the "news and advertisements" and find a new way to change my

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

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

i could been a programmer, but this much i still am:
not a man or a teacher, a student in denial
with more to give then they possibly take.
when there's left to disagree with,
i'll off the face of the planet
and give mtv-land back to its rightful owners...you can it.

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

the absolute hardest thing about here
is how you wish you could the way it drags.
now they got and computers to do that for you
until can be you, and replace you,
and convince you they love you.
meant to harm anything so innocent
that you help but hope it gets killed crossing in traffic.

i promised myself i wouldn't kill on this song,
but you me no choice
'cause i complain, and can't believe i'm still
for people, waiting for people
who themselves by saying, "hello,"
i underestimated greediness and how
will drive entire to pigpile on television sets.
all the clap-on distractions and fade-away
are the reason i can barely a one-sided conversation,
or sit still without shaking.
i pull the hair out of my head and wait for bats to the room,
but all i get is a receding and another shit-eating grin.

sad to leave anyone...