One, two, three, four...

When you got a clean smile,
You can walk with style,
You can be naked with no brain.

In your pussy I'm comin',
And I love you,
I always have to.
Thank God I found you.
A beautiful time that's what it was to me.

Do you see ?
There's no more me.
I'm happy as can be,
I'm happy as can be,
I'm happy as can be,
I'm happy as can be.

My smile is a rifle,
Won't you give it a try ?
Ah la la la
Ah la la la, lah...

So you like the way we get thru baby
When notes come to you
Oooo, ooo, ooo

My smile is a rifle,
And what are you ?

My smile is a rifle,
And I'm pointing it at you

My smile is a rifle,
You're always waiting for the rain.

I'll want you there by me,
With you my nose gots me crawling.

Your head can always be in bit
When you got it clean.

Please tell me lies.
Where do you get that do ?
Well all I got to say I'm found about you yeah...
All the way yeah...
All the way up... there.

No one dare to show for that shower
When nobody turn to be clean.
The world's not even touched by the water,
Just another Nazi scheme, yeah.

The big takeover, yeah.
My big takeover, yeah.

All throughout this sole conditions,
Beg yourself for the final quest.
The world is through with this tone integration,
Just another Nazi test, yeah.

The big takeover, yeah.
My big takeover, yeah.

So believe me when I say :
"There's no hope for the USA."
The worls is through with this tone integration,
Just another Nazi test, yeah.

The big takeover, yeah.
My big takeover, yeah.

Hey you with your hat down,
Don't you know that it can't be where it's always at ?
You've all been always there.
Your head's shaped like a pear.
You search through the lights,
Instead of jump in the pie
Of life that you sliced 'till it's just right.

You're so often seen along.
The west side wheel of the mills
That you steal to get around
The curtains of the slobs.

It's always made you feel the best.
You always need less and less
Of the casual forces
That lead you away from the nest.

I know your face,
It's all out place.
I know your face,
It's all out of place.

Drive,
Up and down through water.
Live where you're poor
Between snores.
Sighing
Babies go to work

Crying inverted love
To the back of the room.
Play him a tune,
Down low,
If the sun could melt like snow.

I would run to you
And flow into a cloud,
While running away into you

There's a guy with sun dripping through a porthole, In a set design.
Can you read your name ?
It's been so long since we blew from the inside.
So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge ?

Of the world under an ugly sky
You've been lying right
That blame men you dance under the moonlight.

Do what you think is the sun
But it's the flesh and blood.
Above there's small birds gone to trembling,
In four thousands of your years.

I've been insane well the time is slow.
The Pope don't matter when the pawn
Is your sea. Don't you agree ?
>When you're around I'm wound,
'Round your thumb.
You wanna be numb
Inside the gun.

I've been in pain. Hope it doesn't show.
I've been insane well the time is slow.
Don't you want sunshine instead of phony lights ?
All your billboards in lights
Are one big fight
Against the baby inside
That you've mistaken for pain.

Your puss'ys glued to a building on fire.
I paint my mind just 'cause I'm alive.
And if you see me roamin' the hillside,
Won't you come along ?
You paint your eyes.
Mine are in the sky.
No wordly word I could say
Could be golden.
The smile on my face isn't alaways real.
But the way you make me feel,
Is all that's really real.
Your little dark house.

Oh, won't you come along ?
You paint your eyes...

Your pussy's glued to a building on fire.
I paint my mind just 'cause I'm alive.
And if you see me roamin' the hillside,
Won't you come along ?
You paint your eyes.
Mine are in the sky.
No wordly word I could say
Could be golden.
The smile on my face isn't alaways real.
But the way you make me feel,
Is all that's really real.
Your little dark house.

Uhh, shoot the date spines
Does fine in the winter
Occasionally fine
Squint to feel sprite

I've got blood on my neck from success
Ohh, clearly known corner
Scared !
What do I need ?

Uhh, shoot the dates spines
Does fine in the winter
Occasionnaly mine
Splint to fit sprite, I'm new

I've got blood on my neck from success
From cleared them on the part of stump
Well, I can be
They put me to sleep
On to the next thing
I'm asleep
Because I'm being
You scare me, find me, of me
And I flee

Gotta feed a ghost
Do what they're supposed to
Say what they're supposed to
Now I got to
Now I've got you
Shower me with your life
Ahh, what's the fight ?
What's the fight ?

Exclaimations feel
Before you set to conceal
She loves the man you told
Did you sing me and fly in coach ?
Hey sister it's unreal
The way I take it to the sky my row been
Could you show them the ten
To hear about heavens sins

Your highs taken to the sky
Yellow and zebras fly
Your skys taken to the flies
And next is found west
Feeling the best
Hey-la
Hey-la
Hey-la

Blood on your head in catastrophes, icicles,
No one's fed in cycle dead
Asked to shine the flag
Loves his distant town
Blue scents like apples bites
And flows through our hands
I said Hi to a man who shot his sister
Ran through the station
And jumped in front of a train
Should have looked
Confused to meet you
Well, that's what scissors do to a day
So their smile paves the way
And sand drifts with waves
And clouds my head
Cuz I'm a fortune fella's dead
And I'm the tunes played by the goons
Who ride to fare his wounds
And stole the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to yesterday
And I know the feeling of pushing you
Out of a building
Tiny people pulsating
Hit the sky
But still the ground got up and whacked your face
You expected to fly
Wind up you misfortunes
Sling 'em to a maitre d'
Who wears dead butterflies on his face
And is hoping to grow wings
He really wants to tell you, hey
Give your tears to today
Grind yourself souvenirs into your stolen years
Under your pocket
Your hands getting numb
In and urban blind slide.
Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you ?
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head ?
I walked forever, so it seemed,
The screen suffered a mean, green ping.
Dive headfirst into a hole in the water.
Dragged side to side like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable told in a sea of the disintegration
Crawled to a celebration of dirt and leaves that taste like wine
Sucked from a hell that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my head rides
I slide your kind through a ladder
Hanging on a star
Stay close, so far away from the crime.
A taped-line section of introspection.
To rewind would be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
And gently ride on the sign
Tell your problems to zero
He's got nothing to hide.