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with your head in a noose and a great butter knife found you some breakfast or adventure and i've smelled trouble but how should we get some sleep when the last of the notes dries dead the left skies poems about poisoness berries a i've built a home out of the fire of nature burning up your sheet you know I only sting so that I feel alive under perfection a number of times (?) driven wood a reverb it sounds more like paradise to me well the stones will stop talking bout weather's aside hunters and robbers will drip bloody for a time Colestock (?) told me better run while the earth holds this sheet we'll come out in the night everybody you know will be laughing and singing and there won't be no fighting we'll come in out in the night while all the lasers are firing and our babies are gurgling and our elders are walkling we're not going underground Letras de cancioneswe're not going underground i'm not going underground we're not going underground are we going underground i'm not going underground now cobwebs they took my home i'm in disoriented glee cobwebs they blocked the path that was connecting you and me cobwebs its a sticky case the more i move the less im free cobwebs they took my home i'm in disoriented glee they blocked the path that was connecting you and me its a sticky case the more i move the less im free ever since I was a boy I found new ways to hue my porage sometimes electric organic like strawberry From Letras Mania