A little room on 7th street is getting cold And secrets sing like mescaline, they don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked
You're floating there Your handin' me a snake inside a jar It's just too cool, I do believe You're what you say you are How many days was I in that Psychotic
Come on I was born underwater, I dried out in the sun I started humping volcano?s baby when I was too young I started surfing the madhouse, and I decided
You're looking for the one who fucked your Mom It's not me, it's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry That's not me, that's not me If you
Who's gonna teach you how to dance? Who's gonna show you how to fly? Who's gonna call you on the lame dope smoking Slacking little sucker you are? Who
The moon crashed into the desert It gave me my brand new home These souls gone to feed in my crater, yeah yeah I eat 'em as fast as they come I dig your
(D. Wyndorf) There aren't any words.
Come on, Baby, skim the top with me I'll tell you stories 'bout victory I used to be a dreamer just like you And then my pocket told me what to do All
I?ve been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days When I don?t get my bath I take it out on the slaves So grease up your baby for a ball on the
How did I get you, without you? It's a miracle we're all sane We're kinda like sucked in a vacuum Of booking a flight on a doomed plane Well you claimed
Wake up baby, 'cause I'm coming to you from the future And don't be surprised, when I'm sitting at the foot of your bed I bring you a light, you could
The gods told me to relax They said I'm gonna be fixed up right I'm never gonna work another day in my life I'm way too busy powertripping But I'm gonna
Vertaling: Monster Magnet. Powertrip.
You're floating there you're handing me, a snake inside a jar, It's just to cool, I do believe, you're what you say you are, How many days was I in that
I read a book today It made me think of a life I led It seemed so far away, but then I wouldn't call it dead I see a name or two and the ghosts just
Come on... I was born underwater, I dried out in the sun, I started humping volcano's baby when I was too young, I started surfing the madhouse, and
You're looking for the one who fucked your mom It's not me It's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry That's not me It's not me If you
