I'm in love with you, little sister We ride home in the night While under our feet, the rain paints the street with the stars Passing cars with light
ooh you're still awake everyone else is off to sleep they are happy and they're dreaming but she's alone stare at the ceiling what is this feeling?
I'll be your lover I'll be your friend I'll be a part of the illusion that let you on and took you away but I'm forgetting all the lies All that you want
Suicide When you know You mean well But not if I have to offer Give it back It's a joke you can sell But I still have to laugh It was a beautiful dream
My God, I can't see how we are in love What is this fate? All the time that I believed that I would be lost If I were alone Hold it now, hold it now
Baby you know it's like I'm sleeping (Don't close your mouth) I feel so close to you now (Don't close your mouth) And even though I'll never hold you (
ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture that while I spit anthrax On your cd, tape, and wax
her alone If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma just keep goin' Damn I see Mary Ann. Mary Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape" Knife!
up a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put
I got the new face tape I'm about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge
's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at You were in the NY Times obituary There's no record no tape no book no movie Some photographs and some memories
's no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at You were in the new york times obituary There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie Some photographs and memories
home Too messed up to perform this Can't you see, I'll only miss you now, your memories, yeah [Incomprehensible] get washed to the seas Feedin' tape
I found a tape in my back garden A blue cassette covered in dirt And through the dust the reels start turning And plays the memories stored in earth
heart And I don't feel the need to go on I was happier singing along the way I had things, I need to say But now it's like a swallowed tape That holds
There's a dirty piece of cardboard that reads Montgomery Ward Taped across the window of my old Ford A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken
panels Every porch got an old man picking on them teeth with a switchblade Cut your hand hopping the barbed wire fence You fix that motherfucker up with some grip tape
, I know Dark matter flowing out on to a tape Is only as loud as the silence it breaks Most things decay in a matter of days The product is sold, the memory
