You a look at the script Did you forget cues Ignore lines and fail that gut check? the clock
Empty vessel, man Come on, let me your hand Don't try to talk, try to walk Or even breathe me
You ain't got it all It's the lure of
Well, be there in a minute I can spare some time Yeah, I get a hardon It's I invented and I think you might like it
The way you like a dreamboat And you shake a battleship Life ever dull when the deepest Of the green holds your lovely hull
Well, you got it all of beauty
It's the lure of Helps you do you wanna do Say you mean
It means you don't a home Don't need your Doesn't seem like a good thing it, in the end?
Well, you're on the left side, alright Take a to the right side's shibboleth Being truly free it ain't ever as easy as being
Well, I your conception, oh yeah And your didn't know, oh oh And your was obsessed with the ceiling fan And the window, the way that the wind blows
Well, you got it all
Well, I'm takin' a into the ozone's fade I got on electricity again Did that hard water break back? Did a pile of and roll do it? Did you dip into with bells on your balls?
The freaks of call you home You got it all I'm the hammer, the peach
You got it all It's the lure of
It isn't all fault, isn't all your fault That you got it all Yeah, you got it all wrong, got it all Yeah, you've got it all