(M. Doughty w/808 State). The trouble is. a single atom. shot at random. random fire. two particles. fused and coupled. once united. multiply. the waves run.
Blue eyed devil. Blue eyed devil. . Born to be a God among salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. . Blue eyed devil.
(M. Doughty). Send me your muzzle. The one that you been biting on. Go buy some scissors. Cut your duct tape shakles off. Much better now. Much much better now.
Blame. Is the cure. Cure anything. Throw the rudder down. Throw the rudder down. . Blame. Is the cure. Cure anything. Throw the rudder down. Throw the rudder down.
If I could remember what makes me feel good. I'd pound it down like a nail in wood. I'd never let go of that feeling again, I know. . I know that I felt this way before.
Long distance information, ring me 608. Laughing at the other end. get me my prescription, come and walk my dog. please get me anything. . You can't seal fate with a kick.
I got something special to show you. But I suppose, you've seen it all before. There's one thing I'm trying to tell you. But then again, you've heard it all before.
Nothing happened, it's just two people passing through. Hearing voices in my head, hope they never lie to you. . Why's something always gotta be up with you.
Two boys on a playground. Tryin' to push each other down. See the crowd gather 'round. Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd. . Black gold in a white plight.
Protect and serve. Slice my nerve. Gotta make sure everybody's gonna. Get what they deserve. . I make my plea, down on my knees. Street cowboy with a badge that says.
Why you always want to get the best of me?. I'm like a seeing eye dog and I can't even see. They're naked and they're following my master who is blind.
At the end of the track is a two bit shack. When you die, that's where you go. Down the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow. . That's one too many flights of stairs.
Right before the aftermath, I saw where it would end. They said it was an accident, I guess that all depends. On who you talk to and who you know. And where you come from and where, where you go.
Just like an old man in a candy store, the riots across the street. The cold greets the newborn, the neighbors that never meet. No one's making plans here, no one knows for sure.
Barstool Blues. . If I could hold on. to just one thought. For long enough to know. Why my mind is moving so fast. And the conversation is slow.. Burn off all the fog.
My face is blue. My mirror so sad. With myself as a picture. . I'm done with my last drink. My clouds wipe my make up off. And under the white. The color blue....
Clean Andy, on the run. being blind for what still had to come. me, I am a lot like you. different size, same shoes. to bad that they made you feel blue, over you.
Too much infiltration. Not enough information. Everybody wants salvation. From their, their own damnation. . All this fabrication. Safe and sound in isolation.
It's about time you came 'round. I'm still trying to figure out. What's so good about this life you've found. . Yes, I'm doing fine now. But I'm still trying to figure out.