Lyrics:
dry my hands on the light bulb that's it
Oh, i am laughing now
I will laugh but tomorrow i will cry loud
It rains and it pours and it dries and it cracks
Spills the salt and breaks my mothers' back
'The meat doesn't fall far from the bone' they said
It
think I caught you catching me
I space off
Is there is a time for us?
Or will we just hold on quietly,
White knuckles and dry tears?
And play our
your leaves off
Pull 'em off
Sandra's having her brain out
Brenda's having her heart washed
Norman's having his soul dry-cleaned
Sandra's having
and paramedics
White bulbs or bright strobes, the lights flicker
Time frozen, ice cold, defy winter
All summer, dice rolls and dry liquor
Some got the grip to live
Oh, ok, so its my fault
Had me standing stupid still just like dry wall
Should've had cupid killed, he had his sights on
Now I'm a victim, should've
the light bulb
Wrinkled shirt, ironing board, use that. Nice Huh?
Dry Cleaned jeans. Nice touch!
Walk out, little sister's tricycle, pass that.
Pops blew
time or your flash bulbs too many heroes are dead
You like to live in the city yeah I like to live in my head
Somebody shoot out that spotlight
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H Town, with re up about to score me nine
your leaves off
Pull 'em off
Sandra's having her brain out
Brenda's having her heart washed
Norman's having his soul dry-cleaned
Sandra's having
Crashed now
Drowning while she
Watch me die slow
I go
Wouldn't you like
Oh yes I know
Life a cycle
Now I'm feeling suicidal
I flow
Cause be she dry
mascara til she glamorous
And tight clothes, gotta change the light bulbs
My life goes in 15 minutes like Geico
Gotta change the light bulbs, illuminate
from the long period of darkness you just went through
Wanting to dry your droplets like the afternoon sun
Slow and steady, I approach and I realize
Wait
I've never been so thirsty, the bottle is dry
I can't go get another, I really don't know why
Dressed up to the nines, like I'm headed to a show
But
some Ahhh
Give me that power girl I want that power
Give me that power girl I want that power
Alot of energy Whoa, that's for hours
Light bulb girl
Give
on the 40 watt bulb
They use when the slime droozle off
The rumples & the wrinkles in the cardboard rock
And the canvas of the cave is too soft
The suits
know)
No dry eyes in the theater, the viewers are livin' through me (uh)
Been thinkin' 'bout who could play me in Tokyo, Paradisio, Belize (yeah)
bulb flicker, postcards in slow motion
Dramaville
You'll find a new day
Let the muse you're chasing after, be your mistress, not your master
Dry your
to the bone
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through
I could be your light bulb, turn me on when you in the dark
I could be what you need, baby when you can't see, just know that you're in my heart
I
just what
If I could name just one
Thing that's gonna haunt me
That's gonna bleed me dry
That's gonna bruise
It'd have to be the look upon your face
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
And she locked the car and slipped past
Into rhythmic quietude
Lights burning
Voice dry and hoarse
a cold sweat
Got a bone to pick with reality
I take a deep breath and lay back down
Wearing my badge of infamy
Change the bulb in the night-light
Cause it
Love
Love
Why can't we just go back home
We wait all night where the cold wind blows
And why can't we just bleed you dry
He makes us wait, he watches us
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