Wake up, start running for your life. Fill the tumbler with the coffee Feed the cat and hit the lights. The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of
They're looking at me with their glassy eyes They're gonna bury me To leak with Hennessey and ecstasy They're gonna bury me I guess I probably should
Took the train today to the rockaways for the hurricane waves. I got sick yesterday, but it'll take much more to keep me away. I know that today could
I?m such a skeptic When they flail their arms Screaming ?OH GOOD GOD!? again. All the records we love Have dirty covers, Dusty grooves And deep scratches
