Songtexte:
Spoon Telephono

Carolina's cheap Oh, she kneels down down Goes around on a coffin all night But to me, well, she's nowhere now She'll be nowhere tomorrow morning When

She was smoking up all his cigarettes And putting them out in his hand She said that, "You think this hurts now, kid Well, just wait until later, man"

Every time the Titans pushed over All the punks are thick on the ground But in the bike lane, you think it over Turn in your tank and turn around Idiot

Well say-a-a-hey, could you come through Did you feel good, well it felt good And it looked like maybe you could settle in Did you think that was dead

I wanted to be your friend I wanted to get to know you I wanted to be your friend I wanted to get to know you I wanted, I wanted Wanted to be your friend

All night, be left alone. Take my, name as my own. So c'mon and take my hand, c'mon and c'mon and take my hand, c'mon and c'mon and take my hand, c'mon

She was smoking up all his cigarettes and putting 'em out in his hand she said that you think this hurts now, kid, well just wait till later man this

Well he's down with the capitalist system but he lost a lot, those capitalists he's read you every book that you'd ever list him, and now he'll put you

If she had half a mind, well she might not take this song quite so seriously, so put the notebook down, and take off your dress i've never seen it before