All my days I had moldy bread Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to the core on a sunken boat A worn out candle and a plastic coat A ziploc bag, a pelican bone A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject Overfed, electric comatose Riding in the air, invisible socks A broken blanket, flaming sawdust Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt Gonna fly like a dog, gonna leap right out the wall Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey Gonna run like a bird, gonna roll out in the dirt Gonna run around this town with a phone machine Yellow cat laying flat on the road Molten lead shooting out the ground Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge Flap your wings and leap out the window Put a glass eye in the eyes of God Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before Gonna jump like a flag, gonna burn like a pig Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor Gonna crawl like a rock, gonna dance like a worm Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks Fly like a squirrel, gonna swim like a chicken Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon Gonna melt like a weasel, gonna fry like a kid Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard And some mayonnaise, and a mermaid And some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires And phone machines and a fax machine and a © CYANIDE BREATHMINT MUSIC; BMG SONGS, INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com