Lyrics:
to Milk and Honey
Toast, toast
All our dreams they killed and buried
Rerun my wrongs in thoughts then televise
Speed bump fuel pump on E we improvise
Rerun
cars with rolled up sleeves,
Fish markets full of ungrown weeds,
Where pornograph stars are sold for free
Chorus
Fuel pump airhead, blown up balloon,
The first day I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome
The little things I
I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome
The little things I could
a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome
The little things I could get in my big
the fuel pump's stuck
Oh what I'd give to be home
(When the sun's so high up in the sky)
& I'm tryin' to get home to my baby
(When I get that far,
And the occasional fuel pump
Saving up, moving to the city
There I was working on a Tuesday
When a fire bird showing his age
Pulled up to the middle bay
What
DAN's body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town
But somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew
And the oil pump too, and the piston
to his wake
Banana in ya tail pipe sugar in ya tank
Dis combobulate ya fuel pump when ya car crank
Swallow up ya fear break a bottle on a chair
Grab
yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
First impression, I already got you full, yeah
I got more in store, I don't read no horoscopes, yeah
the landlord's drunk
The president doesn't care and the governor's
Crazy light switch broken, mattress like a
Porcupine $105 for a tune-up
Carburetor and fuel pump
Indianapolis, hope I live to tell the tale
[Chorus]
Can't go west, can't go east
I'm stuck in Indianapolis with a fuel pump that's deceased
Ten days
not the first start up but the problem is it's not getting fuel to it
Oh really
So I got to figure out what is going on with the fuel pump but it's
Well, I don’t give a fuck
I hope you enjoy the irony that my fuel pump blew up
You see because I pump gas for a living
I have excellent attendance
And the fuel pumps trough my veins
Then things fall into place
I see right trough the haze
And the time is right for change
I get into my groove
When the power
there and get it right
The gran am conked out I need a fuel pump tonight
Watch how I strike watch how I shake back
Watch how I head lock the block
With
Only business in town was an old fuel pump
At the ole Pop shop
Mr. Feaga sat inside
Waitin' for a car to pull up
Full Service at the pump
Windows
Up today with quite a boom, I’ll say it’ll make you move
Down there it’s boiling high, which side she chose to fry
I smell the sound of old fuel
and a fuel pump
The taste of another mind
You can bake me in your cancer
You can cook me in your spoon
Put a bowl in my heart now
Don't know who you're
in horny celebration
Honk if you love my lies
She's got her fuel pump and her razor wire
She's got me running like a three legged dog
She's got
But the fuel pump don't play passenger
Is it cruel? Yup, most say massacre
Put a deuce up or do something stupid
And learn why they call me a goddamn
into their gut
If they knew what I knew
They'd be tweaking just like I do
She fuel-pumps my adrenaline
She's my prescription medicine
Oh baby better
(Ethereal journey...)
Full, full engines on
fuel pump beat rythm
to fly is our freedom.
Fire flaming in storm
to leave behind home
forever may
Discombobulate ya fuel pump when ya car crank
Swallow up ya fear break a bottle on a chair
Grab a model by the hair when you holla in the air
Girl give me your
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