Baby don't blink, lightening speed Anything is alright with me Chase that rabbit, up the tree Anything is alright with me Honey dripping, plastic flowers
Climb, climb, I always climb Out of bed in the morning On a mountain made of sand And I know this doesn't rhyme But the clutter on the table Is getting
Here's a question, which one is right, now? Now replyin', chicken equals cow And cows don't mean a thing Here's the righteous spring Got a big head and
Comin' down from the mountain I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm comin' down Comin' down from the mountain I have
it's the only dance there is you'll be judged when you're through this is a dance contest this is a marathon do the electromud you've got no choice sensitize
I lost my mind a couple of gals ago I left behind, never saw it go Just a little bit of snow out on the leaves Just confusion drifting, swirling to my
Everybody's got some kind of belief about creator Some say openly, "I don't know" Some build elevators to take the chosen few Who can afford the scenic
Four skulls in a square of bushes Fireworks now and all were wed They loved and walked and fed on garbage Moved pool tables with bad backs Since I hurt
Last hand I shook, was a boat that floated on its back all day In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark Wait until you're gone
Praise the sight Someone dropped a ball on me Damn the wind Giving life to sails Human sin Couldn't stir a fire in me Damn the night As the powders fail
Pistachios turn your fingers red Row your way back home you know Roll right into bed Pick it up in a week or two Flags jump out your head Row your way
It's righteousness is shining It walks on ruby shoes There's not too much of nothing You cannot make it do I cross the muddy river To dig a diamond mine
One small touch Now that's all This one's for everyone No more of anything Here before, it's begun The battle for the future has been won Here before
It's a swamp Just a jungle Tigers slipping through all the time Snakes and alligators Want to have a piece of what is mine I don't pay No attention To
Way off down the road There comes Wagon Red Found himself a nickel Went straight to his head Get on down Get on down Get on down, whoa I looked out
You say, you want nothing, that's alright 'Cause nothing is easy and nothing'll last you all night In pieces and pieces and pieces go under the spell
You can run but you'll never get away from the smell of the garbage And there's crap on your shoes, and the smell of it is making you happy And the seeds
Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado Is shaking the lemonade tree Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace That boils the lemonade free And it