Из альбома: Unicornography
This road bubbles in the heat
Choppin' rocks, the only cracker that mine eyes can see
These rails have run me out of town and shipped me down the line
What once was «mine is yours» is now «what's yours is mine»
And those eyes could stain glass with the glaze you try to pass
The overalls are down but the sheep line up too fast
Shots and bumps and drops and lines are old shifty friends of mine
You can move your body (Dance dance dance) to the beat of the pigs while they
Rip out your spine and shoot out your legs. You live for the rhythm but you
live on your knees
If we’re really this stupid then we’ll never succeed
This morning in a drunken haze, I think I talked to you
I think we went to breakfast and then walked down to the zoo
I said some things that I don’t mean, but don’t remember now. It happens all
the time these days
The words just fall right out
When this joke dies the party hats and streamers really start to fly
Look up at the sky where the frogs rain down and the blood floods
The riverbed and seeps down into the ground. Our time is now