Struggled in this acid nation, With apprehension, You are expected, to go down in dread, Struggled in this acid nation, With apprehension, You are expected
Great white eyes Bleed away the Trembling sound No more time Body spasm deep And passing Acid flesh Human river stepping Stones of Love and death A
I can't seem to make you mine I can't seem to make you mine You're flyin' around like a bee Hurtin' everything you see I tried everything I know To
I can't stand still cause you've got me goin Your slacks are low and your hips are showin I take you girl as you're standing there Your low cut slacks
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend I was in a can In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice
Someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm I know, it's been comin' for some time When it's over, so they say, it'll rain a sunny day I
Leave your cares behind come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads, usin' ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges, soon
You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby My poor
You think we look pretty good together You think my shoes are made of leather But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are
I bought a '34 Wagon and we call it a Woodie Surf city, here we come You know, it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie Surf city, here we come
When the truth is found to be lies And all the joys within you dies Don't you want somebody to love Don't you need somebody to love Wouldn't you love
There's a new sun Risin' up angry in the sky And there's a new voice [Incomprehensible] "We're not afraid to die" Let the old world make believe It's
Rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard When I was young, when I was young I smoked my first cigarette at
Something in you I could never know You make a bed of lies, you sleep alone Tell me something true Would you tell me, it was not your fault With all
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in the season of Dying I trace the skull in your face and remember I kissed a girl with 13 fingers
"She came towards me, and with the light like it was, the like light of heavenly grace, and the first thing that flashed into me gulliver was that I'd
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpaintings of the insane come on
