Touch me I'm cold, unable to control Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows And tumbling tumbling, don't go fascination If just for tonight darling
Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
We don't have to worry Life goes where it does Faster than a bullet From an empty gun Turn yourself over Loose change we could spend Grinding down diamonds
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired don't know where to begin
Hey now girl, what's the matter with me? We're on a back road, driving to sea Straight as a razor, kicking up dust Digging through ditches and falling
n open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody
You've been so long Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound
Que onda guero? Que onda Jose? See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that's honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street
Big pain burnin' now Givin' me a cow What you seem to be saying Is you're patiently waiting Like an ashtray for the butt Well I'm puttin' it down When
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined
The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in
The tortures, the torment Pink noise, delicious The danger, the victims Demeaning religion She rides, she rolls Olympic control Her bricks assaultin'
Don't tell your right hand baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Peaches and Cream You make a garbage
(This is song two on the album This is the album right here Put on the album) Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing
Just like a paper tiger Torn apart by idle hands Through the helter skelter morning Fix yourself while you still can No more ashes to ashes No more cinders
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids The world is your oyster And the trash bags are your kids The ceiling is invisible There's a bird sinking
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy can I get a little echo on this? Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy What does it mean? The fire is
Seventeen years in the city Static clinging to the ceiling Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Never did I
