The clothesline of cold eyes Is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this
Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders Why mom, I thought I was your soldier My brother sits by me Buckled into the carseat Feel the thirst, it's time
There's such a thing as self opinion And this far down south I have no self-control If anybody else feels like a nobody Well then you're gonna have to
I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' to myself more Needle and fetal someone's pouring Warm gravy all over me, oh yeah And you see that synthetic therapy
Suddenly everything is fainting Falling from a broken ladder's rung There's a jolt exhilarating from the phone I'm holding I hear the words of what I'
I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin I'll make a lampshade of durable skin And, oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' able When I'm sittin' home
Big stretch and not much sleep I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sells the rubbish
Doesn't anybody feel that all these killers should be killed And all these healers should be healed so all these beggars can be filled And now tell me
Is it the way you're speakin'? Is it because I'm peakin'? Twistin' your face, thumb in hand But you gotta have your own space to play in A collection
New York City soothing My itchy itchy month of May Time has passed for Ms. Onassis Decay on display I don't wanna go down I don't wanna go down I don
Hair raising shake you're much too late You should've jumped a couple of cars before Now if I may I'll walk away I'm selling Silly Putty door to door
Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea And there's no one here 'cept these fishes and me I think I could die here Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the
Is this the place that I want to be? Is it you who I want to see? Holdin' on, hold it high, show me everything And you're leavin' me Yeah, you're leavin
I find myself singing the same songs everyday One's that make me feel good When things behind the smile ain't okay Around and over and in between the
Mouthful of cavities Your soul's a bowl of jokes And everyday you remind me How I'm desperately in need See, I got a lot of fiends around And they're
The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this
Übersetzung: Blind Melon. Suppe.
: The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this
