half-dead on the sofa curling up in cotton looking for some soft soap on the TV
a little mary jane to take away my brain to make us feel like hippies from the 60s
lying here complaining that nothing's ever changing can't get off my butt to save my life
but there's nothing we can do with jesus on their side the day that bush and cheney got back in
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING I KNOW YOU'RE THE PLACE I WANT TO BE LOCK ME UP INSIDE YOUR SOUL AND THROW AWAY THE KEY YOU'RE MY AIR ON THE MOON I'M THE LIGHTER YOU'RE THE SPOON IF I EVER LET YOU GO ... IT'LL BE TOO SOON
half-alive on the sofa like a greedy little go'fer swallowing all the things I know ain't true
up there on the screen TV's little jesus I'd like to pull my eyes out with a tweezers
we can't get up and riot cos we're all so damn tired think I'll lie back down and read the bible
with jesus on their arms bring back Vietnam the day that bush and cheney got back in
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING I KNOW YOU'RE THE PLACE I WANT TO BE LOCK ME UP INSIDE YOUR SOUL AND THROW AWAY THE KEY YOU'RE MY AIR ON THE MOON I'M THE LIGHTER YOU'RE THE SPOON IF I EVER LET YOU GO ... IT'LL BE TOO SOON
Compositor: Steven Michael Jones (Jones Stephen Michael) ECAD: Obra #16868564