I am the very model of a cartoon individual My animation's comical, unusual and whimsical I'm quite adept at funny gags, comedic theory I have read From
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you Chemistry was crazy from the
Left, left, left right left Left, left, left right left Tell me what's going on I know there's something On your mind and Can you just open up? Do you
You can't take a trip, if you don't first say goodbye You can't find a star, if you don't look up in the sky You can't find a light, if you don't know
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears And she's already working on my brain I, I only looked in her eyes But I think of something I just can't explain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm here to catch you when you fall I'm here to answer when you call In the morning, in the evening Baby, even in the afternoon
Oh, mmm, I know a place Ain't nobody cryin', ain't nobody worried Ain't no smilin' faces, mmm, no no Lyin' to the races, help me, come on, come on Somebody
Everybody loves somebody sometime Everybody falls in love somehow Something in your kiss just told me My sometime is now Everybody finds somebody someplace
Here I sit all alone, thinkin' 'bout What I should have known You made me think that I could need you You weaved your magic spell and I believed you
She couldn't stand me anymore So she just took the kids and went You see, I've got a drinkin' problem All the money that we had I spent Now I must die
The Cryptic Corporation presents "God in Three Persons" Written, produced and peformed by the Residents With guest vocals by song stylist Laurie Amat
Kill me if you dare, hold my head up everywhere Keep myself right on this train I'm the underdog, live my life on a lullaby Keep myself riding on this
Snow is falling all around Seven o'clock and the roads are blocked So i walk downtown There's no one else around I look in the bar and immediately I
DJ Clue Desert Storm Angie Martinez Prodigy Live from New York nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But
Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We
I grew up with cowboys I watched on TV My friends and I, sometimes pretended to be Years have gone by but now and again My heart rides the range with
Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall
He likes vampires and hit list radio But turns it off when he hears this one song he knows And you breathe the windows down You're driving I-4 as you