Lyrics:
the sky
Slipping in the unknown
All the strangers look like family
All the family looks so strange
The only constant I am sure of
Is this
prettier at closin' time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars
If I could rate
If there ever was a way to rate a man
On a cowboy scale of one to ten
Kinda like you would a women or a chili pepper
A one ain't hot, but a ten'll
deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown.
All the strangers look like family.
All the family look so strange.
The only constant, I am sure of.
prettier at closin' time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars
If I could rate
prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place it puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars
If I could rate
on the chandelier
Sweeping scents and blue hydrangea
Summer hail and summer stranger
Baby, he's in constant danger
Help is very far
You look like a Florida native
thing
This thing, this thing
I don't think your ready for this thing
Constant pressures
No scale can measure
Secret treasures
Keeps on getting
And we become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all
the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of the back street bars.
If I could rate 'em on a scale from 1 to 10
The heart, an open shadow, a yellow darkness found beneath
Where all happiness is blown away
Where all peace and love turns to grey
The scale that
With the news this morning
Cue the usual parades and tongues lashing
Repression with every explanation
The constant bidding of tyrants
March
out of water
Flounderin' round
Out of my element
But I'm just as good as they are
Why do I feel second rate
It's like, "Sorry Charlie,
We want
constant be
Is peoples mortality
Collective fear
All act as if they don't hear
Of Death rate
Here's a man of sorrows, children
As constant as the sea
Searching for a heart
That's lost it's stone
She moves like a serpent, baby
Through
thing)
(I don't think you're ready for this thing)
This thing, this thing
(I don't think you're ready for this thing)
Constant pleasures
No scale
BEP we keep it locked and sturdy
We always rocking never stopping no la-la-la la-la-la la
We keep it constant shocking often from Boston to Austin
at the moon
Entirely on fire, Sciatica to boot
I'm ready to be turned into soup
Or shot into space, or squashed into cubes
"Rate your pain level on a
Scale from
shell
A shell all-encompassing
Yet devoid of meaning
Scale so vast, scale of untruth
A judiciary ruling nothing
I see beyond the azimuth
Lack
Go against my rivals
Stand tall like Eifel
Beat it MICHEAL
Cook em like Rachel
On a scale let’s rate you
Debate you
You Mad I made u
Too late to save
or nine
'Cause on a scale of one to ten, that's how I rate your vibe
Let me be your vibrator (get it?)
Your body's slammin' like Andre the Giant
Two
some baggies and a scale
Trapping trapping everyday you better up the rate
Go and grab some money grab some baggies and a scale
Trapping trapping
of the fall
They blind me and they pierce while I crawl
Like your shadow stabbing your own back
Constant scales of nothing's what I lack
At the end of my
it locked and sturdy
We always rocking never stopping no la-la-la la-la-la la
We keep it constant shocking often from Boston to Austin
It's
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