Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns
Livin' in a test routine And again, and again, and again I sit and watch your face on screen In my head, in my head, in my head I try to see you as a
Another morning and I'm awake The same old thing but a different day I want to drive but my tank is dry But the ground is wet with rain Greedy people
Countdown Another body found for the government to ignore Another home is lost from someone who was poor Another cop caught beating up on innocence Another
It all started sitting at home, sitting alone, sitting at home. It all started having a smoke, you thought that you would choke, having a smoke. Then
He used to be a suit and tie business man When the monthly payments came he just Packed his bags and ran Never listened to reason, And the bills were
She was corruption when I was destruction I'm seein' through her eyes like cellophane It used to be I'd see her face and feel so small Now the only face
It used to be easy to listen to people And take everything with a grain of salt But now that I'm older I still hear voices I do not wish to be involved
Just read an article on clogging arteries Renewed subscription to my health food magazine Don't wanna die young, paranoid about the future I'm only 19
Buildings will replace the trees Pollution will replace the air we breathe I'm close to the mountain, 15 miles away But I can't see the hills from here
Get up, you lazy slob The day is almost gone You've lost another one The hours ramble on And this song won't write itself Don't imagine that it will
Ik vraag me af waar het goed voor is Dat ik elke dag opnieuw In hetzelfde ritme, dezelfde dingen doe Zonder dat ik iets voel Ik vraag me af waar de spanning
Out of routine and the explanations you have You're still loath to give them All because you phrased them in a way So the explanations you have, the words
It started off a routine day I got through the morning in the usual way I caught the bus on time Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive As I sat inside my
Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gap They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns
I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing worse than being alone is when I'm not alone. I am in love
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Mark volman (vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Jim pons (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Ian underwood
Won't face this day and I won't care now, the sunrise promises nothing new Everyday is the same when looking straight ahead Caught in the safety of routine