You take a at the script Did you forget cues Ignore your lines and fail that gut the clock
Empty vessel, man Come on, let me hold your Don't try to talk, try to walk Or even without me
You got it all wrong It's the lure of
Well, I'll be in a minute When I can spare time Yeah, I get a hardon something I invented and I think you might like it
The way you like a dreamboat And you shake like a Life ain't ever dull the deepest Of the green holds your lovely hull
Well, you got it all of beauty
It's the of beauty you do what you wanna do Say what you
It means you don't a home Don't need your Doesn't seem like such a thing it, in the end?
Well, dreaming on the left side, alright Take a rocket to the right shibboleth truly free it ain't ever as easy as being bereft
Well, I studied 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 blows
Well, you got it all
Well, I'm takin' a leap into the fade I got on electricity again Did that hard break your back? Did a pile of rock and do it? Did you dip into Heaven with 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 fault you got it all wrong Yeah, you got it all wrong, got it all Yeah, got it all wrong