't need them at all just our hands and our eyes as we walk upon the waterline and how could i have looked away from you to watch the divers dive to watch
Well I've been burned in my prime Simple things in life seem so hard to learn sometimes And it takes so long, catch it while you can Too late tomorrow
wait for the wind, burn my head again A million dollars doesn't buy you much of anything 'Cause nothing you can feel good really stays So I wait for the wind and burn my head
fractured Reality. Suck Sucking me into cold death finality. I see vespers slither on my bed edge, waiting to dive into the darkness in my head. Seducing
make up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn burn into a wick Oh, barracuda, ah, ha, yeah Sell me, sell you The porpoise said Dive down deep now Save my head
the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon In cabin or dance-hall camp or dive mucklucks or patent shoon
see my DJ? Yeah that's my lizard Still there when the ship is sinking Cause we're the kings of wishful thinking In a house that lays in my head and
brain, was still missin' Read an' study while my boots' muddy So fuckin' filthy, an Avirex butters look bummy Think out loud 'cause I'm allowed to stage dive
. Cyclones ravage the land. The spray carves the black shores, reflecting faces on the water. Time to take revenge on them, time - their endless suffering. Lord, burn
Play with your reflection 'cause And infection is going around Dive head-on into me, dive head-on into me Dive head-on into me, dive head-on into me
run Into the sun (Into the sun) Into the sun (Into the sun) Now, for the times I've heard the sound From way up high to underground The wind will burn, our heads
windin' road. And I got miles of heartache yet to go. Headed down to New Orleans, Fell into a Cajun dream, Damned if I recall her name. Burned it up
So it was late that thursday night you were coming around His words a thorn in your flesh, your head a merry-go-round We were talking side by side about
chaps and finger taps and Tonight we're gonna let the roof cave in Raise hell, passing out again Spandex, whipping necks and Mic stands, leopard head
Queen lays plots in London But she won't have my head The candle gutters The smell sweeps me back To the icy fields of Kinsale The bodies burning black
head in the sand I'm not giving up, I don't wanna try and I'm not really crying, it's sand in my eyes Buddy Holly nose dived to the summertime blues
My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal Why can't they let me die in pieces? I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go Burn off
smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole [Brother Ali] Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads