As I lay me down to fall asleep with my demons dying and my pilot light weak, I curse the last six months I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah. And to those last 10 years I've been howling a paper moon. Well fuck you. This goes out to all my underdone and undertongued, monk-lunged frontmen. As all this earth grows I'm planted. That's some pull. You shine a flashlight in, my head box and spin, an empty oyster shell, and celebrate the hollows. This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing, back-masking, back-slitting pranksters, kids. As all this earth grows I'm planted That's some pull. In Berlin I saw two men fuck in the dark corner of a basketball court. Just a slight jangle of pocket change pulsing. In the tourist part I lost 50 euros to a guy with the walnut shells and the marble. and it really pissed me off so eww, I thought I'd go back to get my money, but all my money's mummy, OH NO those gypsys probably got knives. This goes out to all my under-brewed, double duked, two time troopin fools. As all this earth grows, I'm planted, that's some pull. I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths. Now tell me what should I do? My God, the clock's always stuck yellin' 11:11, at 3:32. This goes out to all to my under-done, under-tongued blung-wunged frontmen. As all the earth's growing, I'm planted, that's some pull. This goes out to my under-tongued, over-done, blung-wung frontmen. As all this earth's stuck doin' the crow like it ain't no joke. |
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