I'm countin' the cattle: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... I'm countin' the cattle Just to check if there alive I'm counting' the cattle: 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 I'm countin
Look at that guy in those tight leather pants He can't sing and you can see he can't dance And Soulfinger's spinning, throwing his hair He's got nothing
Heart and clock slows down... And the sand reverberates with a tremelous sound On a diet of water and thick air I inhale the heat and exhale my share
I keep moving into myself I keep all my hate to myself I keep the polaroids of my hell I keep all my hope to myself Days when life does man a favor Days
Yeah, I wake up beaten, wrapped around the T.V. Strange, I was in bed when I slept And the toothpaste's weird 'Coz when I try to talk; I blow a bubble
Just like an indian I chant and dance around A shiny new room With a shiny new sound Today I woke up screaming -Hello, my evil twin Who's the old and
Yeah, I left my past I hitchhiked away from bad times Now I try to get used to The freedom to speak what's on my mind When it turn to tears ... I
Small ideas on little minds Many fish of many kinds Easy cash'n'lots of leisure Above primal law; the prize of pleasure It pulls you down It's perfectly
Right now no song on the radio could be too stupid for my heart Wind me up and let me walk... I've got no strategy but to suck up the sear and tear the
Wonder when the sun will set today People don't care either way Some are lookin' for work Or slaving away Another golden autumn day See the fallen
There was a real thin line Between right or wrong In those Walt Disney times When my parents were young But the line has disappeared And you wonder where
An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ate And if you fight, noone fights back - 200 killings Now I know that death is wearing black
I had a ticket to fly so I boarded a plane When a combat dressed stewardesses shouted my name I'm wanted alive yeah, I'm in for a trial It's minimum mercy
I've been bounced around But I'm still standing up I've been so far down That my ears they popped And it was then I knew By all the wrongs you do - That
Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than clever I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever.. I learned before I could speak with those
Hey folks, believe in me 'Cause I'm a disciple can't you see? Avoid the horrors of the big microwave The instant dinner for the man in the cave I'm sure
I got hair in my ears I got hair in my nose I got hair on my back And between my toes When the time comes & my hairwash is due I'm gonna use one
When I close my eyes Strange things begin It's hard to follow It's hard to win With a stretch of purple Like I'm in a daze A weakened signal On