When I talk with you, I feel weird. When I'm standing here, I feel strange. When you're standing near, I feel strange. All that I know Is my mind is
hate to stoop. Thinking they're great, some new kind of drug. They got their wires pulled out, tell ya man they're unplugged. They're unplugged. Everybody here is
: This is the last song ever written About trains and brains and rain. Ain't it a sin? For these good lyrics, I have no fears. They've all got roles
in the sky, it swings and it sways. But it don't shine on tuesdays, and it's cloudy all day. It's just like before. Oh, when it runs in your veins. It
She is death, All of the time. She is death, All of the days. She is death, And I can't leave From her trap. She is death, All of the time. She is death
he'd come from pakistan, Where he was beaten by a policeman. That's why he walked, a duty crawl. And acted like he knew it all. I thought it was a dream
d do is stare at the sound. I'd just stare at the sound. I'd just stare at the sound. I'd just go. Come on. Hey. What? All that I know Is my mind is
. This is an old godzilla flick. This is an old godzilla flick. This is an old godzilla flick. And no this time I think it's really it. And it's only
, chain-smoking, Everybody here is choking. Shrunken heads are joking, And new-born skull is broke. And the room that's in the back, Is where I lost it
: Well, I never really understood religions, Except it seems a good reason to kill. Everybody's got their own conceptions, And you know, they always
up, chain-smoking, Everybody here is choking. Shrunken heads are joking, And new-born skull is broke. And the room that's in the back, Is where I lost it
s in the sky, it swings and it sways. But it don't shine on tuesdays, and it's cloudy all day. It's just like before. Oh, when it runs in your veins.
Well, I never really understood religions, Except it seems a good reason to kill. Everybody's got their own conceptions, And you know, they always will
She is death, All of the time. She is death, All of the days. She is death, And I can't leave From her trap. She is death, All of the time. She is
This is the last song ever written About trains and brains and rain. Ain't it a sin? For these good lyrics, I have no fears. They've all got roles and