little ball." It seems the world collapses In the mother's womb The place of birth Where we're all condemned It's the warm, sad, jaded end Starving for
." The dirt is out -- are we stuck in the motions again? Oh, but was it sweet In the vineyard Sangria, won't you bless The starving lips Such virgin
stars From the back seat of a stationwagon Carving the night Trees keep marching by Light poles blur into a stream Blazing laser beams All... These... Stars
we know blistered me badly We've all been burning out I'll have a Gibson My throat is dry from screaming blindly At the wishing stars that wrecked me