Lyrics:
Eddy to the railroad tracks
The train it come, he started to run
Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun
Jasper was born with a moth in his mind
Eddy to the railroad tracks
The train it come, he started to run
Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun
Jasper was born with a moth in his mind
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never
Landlord threw her clothes out on the street in the tenderloin
Everybody's been a dog, everybody's had to beg everybody's been a moth,
Been a moth, when
closet please take care of your clothes as I’m known to nibble on them at times.
I’m a moth
pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until
to explode
Puttin' on a smile and then
You're takin' of your clothes
Words cannot explain
My heart's red pepper blue
And my blood goes boilin'
Every
Your new
Suit. See the stone moths that sweep up And your suitcase ful of new
Clothes
Made of manskins and the souls that pop out. Ooh you wear your
winter clothes
The dust jacket of your favorite book
We found the husks of two forgotten cocoons
Now I'm crawling out of my skin
I can feel them when I
Through the window in her eyes
I saw fire in her soul
And I knew if I pursued it
My fingers would be burned
Like a moth round a candle
I was
screaming
And jumping around
Suddenly they take off
All their clothes
And I tilt my head
To shield my eyes
Spider veins
And sunken cheeks
Everywhere I go
you two pull up next to this?
Ha ha ha ha, Maybach Music nigga!
[Chorus]
Everybody knows, how the story goes
Money and the clothes, they gon' come
The super fly guy that you're courtin' now
Used to be a super-swot
And the clothes he thinks look retro
Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'
And if
By the sidewalk there with the cracks in it
With the mexican restauraunt next to it
With the clothes for the big and the fat in it
a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know
road again
They're singing
How high's the green grass grow
Nobody's asking cause nobody knows
The moth keeps eating all the dead men's clothes
to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll make a whisper out of you
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
The fairground's lit
A drunk
in me
I wonder if yours will play nice with mine
Maybe they'll tear themselves apart as their clothes fall to the floor
Eventually my glass will empty
on the ground
If you never let go how
Could you fly high enough to escape the hounds
Buy shoes and clothes
To replace your souls
They’re exposed to moths
Oh, an artery is not a vein
No history can tell
My skeleton won't tell
Why some like moths draw
To a surgeon's drill
And blood shot hits
on earth
Where moth and rust destroy all their worth
The thief breaks in and where are you now
Where your treasure is, your heart will be found
You've got
Hailstones, hailstones
They run right away
The moths living in my lamp
Are keeping me sane
And the city is a mountain and
My room is a cave
My weeks
dreams
And out across the surface of my wakening
And even in the daylight: moths
They follow me everywhere, because my clothes
Because my body, because my
I’m so distracted by you
My moth wings tap maddeningly against your glow
Yes, I’ll burn myself alive
Even though I’ve learned a million times not
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