I'm a snow plow, I must now plow on I'm a snow plow, I'm a settler's son Well, I'm a storm cloud (I'm a storm cloud) Rain myself all over the place I
The rain begins, the tide it pulls And it drags me down, [Incomprehensible] Keep rolling in, keep rolling in Alone you float, she won't let go And it
I can?t see no shelter I can?t see no place to hide from the storm Shoreline slowly rising Dry land getting hard to find There were these clues Warnings
the colors but bone-white and sky-blue Hit the continent running Engines were humming just to break through Antarctica, my only living relative Antarctica
I might disintegrate into the thin air, if you'd like I'm not the dark center of the universe, like you thought I might disintegrate into the thin air
Well, I ain't sure, but I've been told He's baking cakes inside our souls Stayed awake, took a nap Got myself my bottles back I'm breakin' them out on
I wanna live in the city With no friends or family I'm gonna look out the window Of my color TV I wanna remember to remember To forget you forgot me I
In this life like weeds you're just a rock to me You're just a rock to me you're just a rock to me And in this life like weeds you're just a rock to me
How do, how do you do? My name is You Flies, they all gather around me and you too You can't see anything well You ask me what size it is, not what I
Well, you've got the perfect disguise and you're lookin' okay From the bottom of the best of the worst, well, what can I say? 'Cause you cocked your
bone bleached part of the world So long to this cold, cold part of the world So long to this salt soaked part of the world I stepped down as president of Antarctica
Everyone's afraid in their own life If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right? No one really knows the ones they love
We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes I'm gonna hit you on the face I'm gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no I just got a message
{What's up? Make love} Rag weed tall Better hope that his ladder don't crack Or hell hit the ground low, hard and Under his back At the battle at the
A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard one day My father got his gun, shot it up, they ran away, okay A wild pack of family dogs came
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over My boss just quit the job says
These walls are paper thin And everyone hears every little Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me Watch them, watch me right now They're shakin'
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now What's that riding on your everything? It isn't anything at all Oh gotta see, gotta know right now What's that writing
