You a look at the script Did you forget your Ignore lines and fail that gut check? the clock
Empty vessel, man Come on, let me your hand try to talk, don't try to walk Or even breathe me
You got it all wrong It's the of beauty
Well, I'll be in a minute I can spare some time Yeah, I get a hardon It's something I invented and I think you might it
The way you like a dreamboat And you like a battleship Life ain't ever dull the deepest Of the seas holds your lovely hull
Well, you got it all of beauty
It's the lure of you do what you wanna do Say what you
It means you need a home Don't your friends Doesn't seem like such a thing Does it, in the
Well, you're dreaming on the left side, a rocket to the right side's shibboleth Being truly free it ain't ever as as being bereft
Well, I your conception, oh yeah And your didn't know, oh oh And Momma was obsessed with the ceiling fan And the open window, the way that the wind
Well, you got it all
Well, I'm takin' a leap into the ozone's I got drunk on electricity Did that hard water break back? Did a pile of rock and do it? Did you dip Heaven with bells on your balls?
The freaks of nature call you You got it all I'm the hammer, the peach
You got it all It's the lure of
It isn't all your fault, isn't all your That you got it all Yeah, you got it all wrong, got it all Yeah, got it all wrong