Из альбома: The Exuberance of Peachtree
Swamp brackish clean formaldehyde.
A living, breathing pistol by my side.
Five dashing troglobytes and fourteen wayward sighs.
Pulltabs and pushcarts in my head.
You would presume to assume anyway.
And I hope you will never come down.
Yeah, I hope you will never come down without a prescription first.
Blasted a throat from coast to coast.
Held down and razorbladed several ghosts.
Nimble coincidence, I think you'll be alright.
Cause tonight these mice will fly.
Pulltabs and pushcarts in my head.
You would presume to assume anyway.
And I hope you will never come down.
Yeah, I hope you will never come down without a prescription first.
Sending shockwaves to your toes.
Getting lit off nobody knows.
Keeping shit way up in your nose.
You gotta have patience, man.
Patience! Patience! Patience! Patience!
Pulltabs and pushcarts in my head.
You would presume to assume anyway.
And I hope you will never come down.
Pulltabs and pushcarts in my head.
You would presume to assume anyway.
And I hope you will never come down.
Yeah, I hope you will never come down without a prescription first.