New couches, new chairs, new boats
I spend my life hanging around
Making spaces living is found
Rolling over little steaming dreams
Filled with strange desires
Cover animals in plastic suits
Won't even talk to you and smile
Screw me anyway [?]
Just walking analyzations
Of basic human need
It's some foreign form of pure revelation [?]
Imagine yourself in this big dream
You're on the roller coaster to hell
Riding with that girl in the crowded flat
She works at [?] Fish Market
She enjoys the freedom
Well, you kiss hеr and she says
"Better put a rag ovеr these eyes, baby
Got to keep my love from pouring out"
[instrumental break]
A timed phone call
Jesus is waiting to explode the holy country
Waiting in the sub-basement for that gridiron horse
In a dozen [?] countries
Soon, I'll wait a while with you
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
