I get high when trouble arises. Something in me surrenders and falls. Say my goodbyes when trouble arises. I smell trouble, I look to the door. . I used to think, I'd been down for so long.
Inside a hollow log a rabbit makes his home. It burrows deep inside it's sheltered from the storm. And when the rain has stopped the rabbit gets the urge to hop.
Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. . Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to move out of there.
You've got your favorite programmes. The bird, the dog, two cats. One of your babies will always. Ring on the weekend for a chat. . A beautiful garden.
She's a zombie baby, dead ringer in my head. And now we're rollin', we're empty playin', yeah. . Hey yeah, like a zombie breathin'. Hey yeah, been thinkin' of your life.
Her floor is my ceiling. I know what goes on. He finishes her quickly. And then he gets up to go. . She walks to the lounge room. And puts on a tape. Lights up an Alpine.
(I just said, 'up yours,' baby!). . Strip down core violate and paralyze. Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize. Slung low like a whore - yeah. Devil want some more - yeah.
Monday - my day of rest. Tuesday - I do my best. Wednesday - I wander round the town. . Thursday - I get depressed. Friday - my hair's a mess. But then the weekend comes around.
Strip down core violate and paralyze. Flood my soul a coffee drug, super size. Slung low like a whore, yeah, devil want some more, yeah. Cupid bought a gun, he's gonna blow the fucker.
Little song about a man called Gough. And a little boy who wanted to be tarred with the same brush. He learnt Latin, held his head up high. And he hated the Liberals though he didn't know why.
Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning.
Yeah, I want it. Yeah, I need it. Yeah, I love it. Yeah, electric head in your head. In your head, in you. . Strip down core violate and paralyze. Flood my soul, a coffee dreg, supersize.
Gone surfing. Tell the world I'm out. Gone surfing. Tell the world I'm out. . Here in the sun. Here in the sun. In the sea. It's all good with me.
We all go down for the sacrificial moment. Crucifixion nails stain the bed of the holy. Space thing blues diamond studded, sugar coated. Well, I am hell a miracle overloading.
He'll come in and sit by me. In the grainy light of four o'clock. He sits on his hands a lot. He's kind of nervous. . I don't think he's got much money.
It's getting harder to decide on which way i should go. Should i let myself down fast?. I don't think i wanna know. It's over said but understated just how hard it can be.
Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning.
Broad horizon as I walk from your embrace. What I feel is nothing but the taste of you. I get buried in your mouth. I fall in, I don't care if I can't climb out.
Yeah! I penetrate the demons. Their teardrops burn away my eyes. I love the paper-thin cry of the locust. Is there any other way to die. . Find me another hell and the deathbed ride.