Went away,
persuade,
take a train to another town,
come claim,
the pain,
take a drag of bitter smoke.
Long ways are hard in the middle,
long times don't seem to deliver,
tell her it's just a joke...
Yep, come on,
sick boy,
I am... a little dirty skinny bird.
I fly through,
your brain,
squeezing up... the lyrics where they're right on nightmares.
Lay down,
get kissed,
you woke up and there's no home,
came from,
black storms,
get ready for what goes on.
Breath useless signs of pollution,
Tell yourself there's no solution,
tell her it's just a joke...
Yep, come on,
sick boy,
I am... a little dirty skinny bird.
I fly through,
your brain,
squeezing up... the lyrics where they're right on nightmares.
Squeezing up the lyrics where they're right on nightmares,
looking for the drug that let the music play itself (x2)