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On the waydown they saw a lot they don't remember
And if you asked them how, they couldn't say how they got there
And if you want them now you could just pull on the lever
And say, "I'm hung up on gravity."
You move your mouth and you start to talk
You close your eyes and then lose the thought
What's mine is mine and what's yours you probably got
And we all fall
On the waydown they saw alot they don't remember
And if you asked them how, they'd say gravity's how they got there
And if you want them now you could just pull on the lever
And say, "I'm hung up on this decade."
They found some shelves on a school's sand house
They created pagers to collect all their calls
What's mine is mine and what's yours and we all always fall
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Dirty dirty fingernails...
Dirty dirty fingernails...
Out of the shower, on to the bathroom floor
Out in the kitchen, underneath the casserole
dirty dirty fingernails...
dirty dirty fingernails...
(It takes a lot of energy to make that sound)
Out of the shower, on to the bathroom floor
Out in the kitchen, underneath the casserole
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It was on the rotating eyes
It was all on the same postcard
It was all on the same damn shirt
Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house
It was all in the great state parks
It was all on the same Greyhound
It was all so many miles
Beneath the dirty brown dirt
Twenty miles down the islands
The biggest mall on Earth
It was all in the same rest stop
It was wall on the same damn shirt
It was all on the same Greyhound
Sunspots
In the house of the late scapegoat
Be aware the paint's still peeling
All muscle cars made of lead
I got myself a fine fine fine fine friend
It was all in the next gray ghost
It was all in the same damn place
The parts to pound attractive
Your feeling you owe on your size is bleeding
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Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain
My hand my hand gonna shake the same
Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend
Well we taught the fruit how to eat itself
It was hanging out alone all on the shelf
How do I land
Cause I don't understand
Walk across the country shaking many hands
And you're buying the product,
But you didn't get that cos you already got it
And you do not understand
Take a drive...
Black hole talking bout nothing
You cant get the chicken or the stuffing
Going round and you think your tuff
When you cant kick ass
Take a ride on a downtown train
Wake-up so you can get drunk again well
Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain
We taught the mirror how to admire itself
Are you gonna get sick worrying bout your health
Where do I land
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Wake-up we're stealing cars
1996 1997 1998 we're all waiting for the year 2000
Just the smell on the summer can make me fall in love
We go to the parties listen to the DJ's
Dance dance dance and go crazy
She's a party queen an she's in party heaven
Her clock is stuck on late
Got a first name basis at 7-11
Hold the slip slide taste the sweat it's salty
Irrigation ditch and a swimming hole
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Uh-oh down low
I am not who I want to be
I probably will not ever be
I drove my car June 14th
I drove it right down the street
I had not had any sleep
So I ate Minithins to stay awake
You crashed your car right into me
There was two days I didn't sleep
Uh-oh downlow
I am not who I want to be
I probably will not ever be
I took a trip down to California
Karma payment plan
My car broke down out in the street
The radiator sprung a leak
I met this guy he said he could help me
I'm on the karma payment plan
We went to his house and did some speed
He said karma would pay for this deed
He got it fixed and he started to scare me
I ditched him eventually
And came back for the van
The next morning
I'm on the karma payment plan
I went to LA the next day I got
Jacked in a real bad way
I cant tell you
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