Silver dollars won't do the trick. You need two tickets for this ride. Hold on. (This is more than a photograph, its edges torn and faded, looks like
and I'm lost inside a dream hooked up to your machine when I hear you screaming: darling, it's all right there's someone you connect into when all
off in time When I was three feet tall And wide eyed open to it all With their tasseled teams they came To McGee's General Store All in their beaded
reborn, with every memory of my past incarnations intact. A whim of the gods? An ancient sorcerous spell? Some cruel machination of fate, mayhap? Or is it all
phone rang there was a silence when the kitchen sang its songs competed like kids for space we stared for hours in our maker's face they gave us picks
'all (hmm) The thought probe was never taking out, every part of the whole balamon showed it all Now the future generations can say what they seen The
Fighting each other for loose change and scraps My Nigga kicked you right on your back when you down No life preservers They wanna see you drown Pull the trigger myself They
floating off in time When I was three feet tall And wide eyed open to it all With their tasseled teams they came To McGee's General Store All in their
y'all (hmm) The thought probe was never taking out, every part of the whole balamon showed it all Now the future generations can say what they seen The
heart and I'm lost inside a dream hooked up to your machine when I hear you screaming: darling, it's all right there's someone you connect into when all