Ponderosa (Dobie's Rub Part 1)

The place

The place

The place

Where I stand

Liquid

Under

There lies a

Gives

There lies

Search for the spaces

Take ten paces

Can't make head or tail of this

And I smoke till I'm senseless

And feel slow motion

Until I wake up tomorrow

Of confusion

Recircle, recycle, resemble me

The devil's, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Thеy take us out quietly

You see scars, results of my ragе

Gives way to liquid

Underneath the

The place where I

Gives liquid

Underneath the

There lies a weeping

The, the illusion of confusion

Search for the

Turn around, time

Take ten paces

I can't make head or tail of this

And I smoke

I smoke, I smoke

And I feel in slow motion

And drown, drown myself in sorrow

Until I, till I wake up tomorrow

The illusion of con—

The illusion of

The illusion of

The illusion of

The illusion of

Until I, till I wake up tomorrow

Looks like from where I'm, circle