Lyrics:
of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and lil' dro
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runwas
Twin Glocks, twin jets (21)
Tired of planes, I don't ride prop
Slow stroke (perfect) from the back, I been drinkin' Wock
X-rays, CAT scans, nigga, ask
We met each other on the neon dinghy
Past the manta rays and palm trees
Glowing creatures beamed down from great heights
Electric eels and red
Turn off your face, turn off your head
Wind down your skeleton instead
A century can prove unkind
Automatic, autobahn
The disembodied babble on
X-ray
combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Pyrex
We get the work, then move the work
The pressure we apply next
Every now and then, a nigga set-trip
I8 BMW; I'm electric
Keep that hammer around me
for more distraction
won't you take me back to oblivion
Chorus:
This hollow world is holding on to me
My soul, my mind is held magnetically
Electric
come, you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president, pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't last
in love with your music
(So in love)
So in love
Gonna stay awake another thousand years
You better buckle up in your electric chair
Shock my
on the Serengeti
I got my x-ray vision through all in my way,
no plan B, it disracts from plan A
Stage splittin in half earthquake style
evacuate the premisis,
DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates
I
the sound of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified]
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
dig it with a Doctor Brown's Cream Soda... or a CEL-RAY!... but! we are not groupies! No matter what you think...
No, I never...
We are not groupies..
weaves within the rays
Like nature
Walk-in electric
Seek asylum in your hair
Jaguar, you are, girl
You're everything I fear
Planet station
Planet station
Like the kite
Electric light my sight
I said sage man
You got a lot of visions inside
(Psilo)
Just releasing your ride
I said I'm back every time
(Sage)
X-Ray
Más rabiosa que Shakira pull me closer te dejé
Amiga abre la puerta que las uñas te pondré
Que te traigo el marykay
Y también traigo fraishe
Ven
Faster
Farther
Longer
Harder
I just wanna grow and grow
Beauty, light and crushing life
Wanna feel more and more
In hyperspace, electric life
BILL DEASY: lead and background vocals, acoustic guitar
DAVE BROWN: electric guitar, background vocals
ERIC RIEBLING: bass
RAY DEFADE: drums
JOHN
The spheres were alignedthe celestial lights converged their rays into the enclosurean ever growing mass of invisible mattera white whole,
Walking on a golden ray
Watch me how I do my thing
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Get up and get moving baby
I can feel that boom, boom bang
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
and a couple Benadryl
She prepared to blackout like electric bills
Saint Laurent rockin', shorty swagged out
Love it when I pull the bag out
Double demon,
and tomorrow's
Not promised
To stay Common I can't stare at the comments
I'm a slave to progress and A1 honest
Malcolm X ray vision, I see through devils
The God's
the Bell Rays
The Lazy Cowgirls and the Upper Crust
Those Cosmic Psychos are blokes you can trust
Oh yeah, I'd like to fall in with Mick Collins
He did
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