all up inside In my head life's forever a condition Find a heart and deliver it to me Science is about a quarter superstition Count me out and you
On to Venus you shall go I will too And don't complain there is no foliage I'm headed half way up to you I've gathered everyone I know Send your children
Solvents glue and heroin she said I don't want to do that at all I took her to see Robert Mitchum in Night of the Hunter Shelley Winters has a vision
somewhere Residing in the gallantry of everybody Waiting through the continuum of time Your longitude and latitude collide You say you want to lead the people You love god and you
the letter that you sent to me I realize now that you are the one to (3 4 5) You are the passport to the sanitarium And all the records that you stole
goodbye Your iron will fail you now And so you throw it to the wind See you are a creep A long and lonely time ago Somebody told you to believe And you
My dog used to play dead all the time I'm a girl and he was never alive How on earth did I ever survive I don't know Her mom used to make her head explode
I haven't got a car You haven't got an opinion I don't have no regrets, baby All the words that you'll say someday There were no whores in my bed, maybe
with circles I will meet you there With the face of a grown up on My little head And you will hold my hand just like before You wasted away out of
Sidney Trefusis has ceased to live today Agatha Wylie said she'd throw it all away I heard it a long time ago The things she said to me You're a lucky
you for a long long time Must've been about a year or two I think about the time I wanted you To heal the wound in my heart (chorus) Invited you to
to you And all your friends who tell you what you do is good I fall down laughing as they offer you their gratitude For making them believe the things you
There's no debating about what it is that I'm supposed to do One period of hesitation and my plans have fallen through (chorus) And now the forces of
go by Oh a hundred million years ago There wasn't need of lumbering sauropods For man would soon give birth to god and breed But you were made into a
so I won't try to persuade you anymore Some say to just forget her It'll worry you well if you let it Make everyday pathetic You're in need of a cure
got that fie fie Who got that fie fie delish (Cee-Lo) Now get back, you hit you get hit back Click clack, Bu-yak! Automatic at-tack, got gats Whenever, however, you
it whenever you need it just page me Hustler music, hustler music Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby Either you stupid or you
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
