He's on the street, he's got him beat They're at the stoplight, they're laughing at him They want to know "What's the deal with the surfboard? The beach
Soon you won't forget What it was like, before your brand new mind But behave, and be brave And of course this don't sound right But I'll try to paint
I don't get you I lost my way I don't get anyone I don't get any of this Seems nothing's what I get My x-rays black My small love burnt in the sun
Put out the word, we need a new taster There's one King left and so much food to eat The interception by the last one was absolute professionalism
you didn't really die you only went away my drummer he saw you buying supplies about a week ago a couple towns away south on the interstate i gave him
To be completely out of money But with shaggy, healthy legs It could (....) anybody to name (....) their kid Kim I swear I'll never name my kid Kim
Hewlett's daughter Loved her father And I think she loved me too For a little while Hewlett's daughter I forgot her Now I'm treating water And waste
Take that hand crank transmitter Turn it upside down It might just show tonight And ride it like a bike You best reserve your strength It could go cold
I woke up in the morning And they were gone I look around for them But they're nowhere I woke up in the morning And I looked everywhere But I think
Close the door behind you So the world wont find you Beer, Gin, Vodka, and Wine to drink while things remind you (Jeddy 3 is what we first called,
My heart it sits inside me It don't know we said goodbye You see it's having trouble feeling good The way it did, the way it should I know it knows that
Don't change your name, keep it the same For fear I may lose you again I know you won't, it's just that I am unorganized And I want to find you when something
And liars got that corner now And they've got flyers everywhere With ex-school treasurers for hire And whitesnake riffs dressed up like Sid Viscosity
He just finished eating dinner And stepped outside the cave to smoke A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper They were pictures of things back
Here I sit and play guitar And drink beer out in the country Having narrowly escaped my trip Into town and now it's Sunday Here I sit and play guitar
Summer here kids After she lets you glide around Finally hit the ground like a paper plane Take a trip, join me in the sun But not really though and
I took your advice And turned my cable off You said you'd do it too How come you never call? I took your advice And fixed my radio But I can't find anything
Go progress chrome They paint the moon today Some brand new future color Go progress chrome I aim to shoot the scaffolds I like it, how it's always been