Trippin' out, oh, yeah, I'm freakin' out. This sound is bouncing me right off the wall. Lose myself, I can't control myself. I'm a radio head, that's in free-fall.
Closed into self asylum. On ice that's paper thin. Wrapped up for good protection. Keep that from getting in. . The shadows bring the shelter. Some refuge from the storm.
(Rob Halford/Brian Tilse/Scott Travis). Verse :. Closed into self asylum,. On ice thats paper thin.. Wrapped up for good protection,. Keep that from getting in..
So the rent increase has got you down, and you can't afford to live in your own home town. Well I bet everybody's feeling the same way. Say you're feeling disconnected from the ground, private properties got you down.
On my first day in town we saw the king. He was dressed in a suit with a bright blue tie. And it matched his eyes. And when ours met I sighed. Took a boat or a ferry to island.
Down in the dumps. Me and the seagulls we were looking for lumps. They all get scared when off of one of the bumps: jumps. I have to clutch. . I have to tell him his commands all in Dutch.
Borneo. . I was so bored with my old life. I was so bored with decent odds. . My new roommate left her debit card. Some sort of test for me. It's too hard.
Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10. Dixie cup pink wine in the Labor Day sunshine.. I'm sliding the sunfish up through the wakes. Coming up too quick, making mistakes..
Darling black-hearted boy. All the color's gone out of my ribbon loom. As i've only got the worst to assume. Take your sheet metal sheers. Cut a slit up the side of my dark blue dress.
Bitter tea. . I've got a special category business. Down by the multifunctional Dr. Sun yat-sen memorial rollerblade rink. Down by the home of bitter tea.
I hate the steam train that whistles woozy my bird brain,. That sends my spaniel insane.. And I'll stop riding side saddle if they don't stop the clickity clattle,.
Benton harbor blues. . As i try to fill all of my empty days. I stumble round on through my memory's maze. Of all my past, only the sadness stays. . I was moping down by the bridge.
All Great plains of the Earth. Are now lighted by fire. Now gather under wrecked land. From these horsemen in iron. . This is the fear. And all you've turned up.
It's ya boy Chevy P, babe. Listen. . I remember as a kid back, in the days. I got picked on, kicked at, shit on, spit at. Get gone, get back, gone smoke, get away.
Gurl fuck that nigga, Sean, he ain't bout shit anyway. Allwayz with them bitch ass friends. I don't know why y'all fuckin' with his lame ass anywayz. Smoke ain't no muthafuckin' betta every time call he ain't answering.
You got to get ya cut get ya coke, baking soda. Mix it up, whip it then put it in a pot. . Cook it up let it sit then it rock chop. It up bag it then put it on the block.
Wait a minute motherfucker. . I got all this money in my hand and I'm lookin' at you girl. So what you gon' do?. Who? Me? I'm Polow Da Don. And these my boys they Field Mob let's go.
I love the way you look at me. When you want me to hold you. And I love the way it feels when you place. Your arms around me. Because of you I have known both.
I don't remember much about that night. But I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died. I think it rained, I think it rained. I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died.
My baby's on fire. My baby brings troubles. My baby's got a brand new car. And she's the one who's gonna bring you down. . So you should better listen.