Well everybody talk, everybody listen, nobody breathe Take your time let him go down
The trail has two ruts (routes?) and One is just a tunnel, the other is a funnel to the tomb Easy said but less often done Point me in the direction Of your real emotional trash
take your time let him go down
And who will get there first Easy said but less often done Point me in the direction of your real emotional trash
I traipsed over the mexican border in a cheap caravan man Like a snake ? stuck in the stomach I needed some relief Made it back to Frisco in a vanity chest to painting ladies on house arrest so wax up the waxed fruit its time for a shine its the old fruit that makes wine
Silent when they handed spines out In the ? play a messy game? no time for you to bout? Done is Salsalita we had clams for desert You spilled some Chardonay on you gypsy skirt There's no more time for apricots, he's got to make his own shape? More from Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks