Lyrics:
classically trained curdling screams
My bed is on fire so I sleep in the steam
Me who sands down my skin till my clavicles gleam
We plate glass slushie bloody
I am all a plate glass window
Looking through me every day
In the night, I'm all reflection
You were, I was, you see, you saw, you say
In my
gulping them, I could pull up
Women's skirts, grab their asses
I could ram my shopping cart through
The plate-glass window
Then another thought occurred
unconscious
To float along, dream on nothing
Be someplace else
It's like a car crashing through a plate-glass window
But I shut it off and look over at you
you've seen it
There are only three nighthawks in this diner now
You follow large plate glass, there is no entrance as you can see
This down town was
apparitions will crawl down these walls.
so spill your bright vapor down the hall.
behind this cracked plate glass of rustling sin,
you spit your black vapor
A shot sounded
Only a couple of streets away
Running feet could be heard
Then an attacking force of plate glass windows
Seemed to burst open inside my
and north up to Camden
And so I march along skywalks
That snake between buildings on their night off
Plate glass paints them all different when the light's
Counting days, goin' to work
Matches burn 'till they warp
Tired as Hell, goin' to bed
Watching out the shorter hand
I see the real from a plate
breaking down
When the pressure's up
Plate glass
You broke little bitch
You think you know so much
Well, you're dumb as fuck
Contaminate, ya grimy little
could it be I deserve
All the pain I've endured, everybody can observe
Through the plate glass window, smoke indo
I see weed that most don't get though
you're the one at its mercy
It's a different story
The gaps are getting wider and wider
Look through any two sides of the plate-glass
ct The Ivy, Valerie's
Dozing on the train my mind it wanders
The stations come and go like a dime store radio
Looking up I see her reflection
In the plate glass window
hundred dollars each, and ran through a plate glass door in a Turkish restaurant
This was the place, They tried to race
On piggyback, should have been on track
Fell to the rear, Plate glass so clear
Tried a forward lean into a falling
plate glass,
And wot a corfin!... oak and brass!
We'd fah-sands weepin', flahers galore,
But Jim, our cousin... what d'yer fink 'e wore?
Why, brahn
If you wanna stare hard at the inside of your head
For the rest of your life, well baby,
That's just fine with me
Going on those plate glass
through your plate-glass windows.
E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...
Mickey Mouse fuck off
The lightning flash in the plate glass
The reflection spears a hole in the back of my eyes
But an old man saunters nearby
Not noticing the flash
a place as any I've been
This is the pearce and quiet you must pay to stay in
There's a plate-glass window with a view of my skin
It's too busy out there I
Writing up your name
'Cause in the plate-glass city here
We build things pretty, dear
They all go down in flames
And all your bleepin' and glitchin'
My life and my vision is worth more than that.
Plate glass ghetto, shopping spree,
I'm no fucking commodity.
Lusting for objects, white wall
desire and consensus. And they'll use guns; they'll use tear gas. I can hear sound of boots on broken plate glass. We'll use song as inspiration. To be
to find when you're where it's at, it isn't where it's at at all! So pop out now with me for a borrowed moment and glimpse through the plate glass menagerie
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