Lyrics:
meeting their needs
By the thought of someone,
Somewhere, meeting our needs
Without tension in the air
Assuring you one again I'm there
You break my
Shakespeare with blue chrome behind your ear
My George Washington robe, I still travel the globe
On Pan-Am air flights, I roll in cities after midnight
swimming in the Holy Sea.
But I like the music and the open air,
So every Summer I go to Clare.
Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana,
Can hold
looking
Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner
Car
get the
Devil off ya
Monday you wan'
Run on water
Meeting out by
Any Walmart
Money dancer
Big ole bumpa
City to city
Run the town
From the country
Near
everyday like I'm on air
I've wanted you to know
It's time for me to blow
From the bottom getting to the top by the millimetre
Some people fake the show
Some
We look down upon the crowds
With our heads up in the clouds
And our feet planted firmly in midair, mid air
And our feet planted firmly in midair
I got my drank poured
I got these j's rolled up
No need to change clothes
I'll be fine in what I got on
Keep meeting new hoes
And fucking
meeting with the end. But time, it waits for none, it marches in its stride, Leaving behind memories, in its relentless tide.
I've built castles in
The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do
'Cause since the seventies, it
a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door
The GPO owned it before
I drive in it for my job
The governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care
daughter
We're meeting our maker
Yah go 'head and take her
She wanted to ride and I really can't blame her
She was swallowed by the night
And blinded by
The music
Swept away by the music
The music
The music
It is heaven sent
Like a long-lost friend
I'm absorbed in the music
The music
The music
Barely out
all the week days
Begging God to be Friday
To put the music up in the air
To put the music up in the air
To put the music up in the air
To put the music
nonsense Pinafore
Then I can write a washing bill in Balylonic cuneiform
And tell you every detail of Caractacus's uniform
In short, in matters
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
I see the skyscrapers in the back, this shit is official
I got a lot on my mind, I got more in my face
If I ain't going to get it, that day is
with the real flat hair
That goes "woof woof woof" and waves
His fist in the air
Or those weird talk shows
About transsexual Nazi Eskimos
They're
bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills
Set out running but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home
meeting their needs
By the thought of someone,
Somewhere, meeting our needs
Without tension in the air
Assuring you one again I'm there
You break my
did, you wouldn't want to be famous
Everybody finger, point in your direction
Everybody seems to misread every sentence.
Better or worse, the center
glasnost
Metro-jazz
To re-iterate
Indiginous
Injury list
Devolute-tionite.
The stinking cast and the stinking east
In fear of bill
Three mile quaker
just ain't what it used to be, the quality is blurred
But a dying breed survives and a dynasty emerged
So put it in the air if you entirely concur
She
a sling, push me on stage
Style still linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's I used to run trains
Chill I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I
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