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blinked on and off "hotel"
Now the nameless dwell

They hold your key and turn your knob
I'll bet
Will you say hello to my ma?
Will you pay a visit
Would you pay a visit to her? 
She was an artist just like you were 
Would've introduced you to her 
She would take me out on Sundays 
We go laughing
But you won't ever listen, 
I'll bet... 

Burnt out, grass scorched by the sun. 
The buildings remain. 

We will beat them all to dust, 
I'll
say hello to my ma? 
Will you pay a visit to her? 
She was an artist, just as you were. 
I'd have introduced you to her. 

She would take me out
you see me here on another quite night
I will wait until another indistinguishable day arrives
I'll sigh when the light is even and bright
Where my
Sunday night.
But by worktime Monday morning, you're feeling quite alright.
While one of the children has a cold, "Pneumonia, do you suppose?"
Why
Ninety-Nine & Me


Spoken :
Alright now, I'd like to tell you all a story about me and my brother Billy T.
You see , now when we were just little
what we do
Panamera Porsche's me and you
Stuck to your side li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through

We were high (til when
runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it
You remind me of school on a Sunday
No class,
to the future here's to us
No, here's to her

They wonder how we do what we do
Panamera Porsches me and you
Stuck to your side like like like glue
Be by
eating pistachios
You won't be forced to visit your Grandparents on Sundays anymore
No more church
You'll be saying, "Hey, World - Kiss My Ass!"
No
what we do
Panamera Porsche's me and you
Stuck to your side li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through

We were high (til when