Dead Milkmen (The)
Helicopter Interiors
Stan's been seeing phantoms and we're not sure what to doHis screaming keeps the whole house up all nightThough we've never touched his closet and his problems are fewSomething 'bout his disposition just isn't rightThe tender young boy with the life affirming needsWaits in the gardenAnd everybody knows that he's praying for StanAll the total strangers on the mountain topsQuarrel, babble, sometimes they danceClouds on the horizon tell of impending doomYou know they seem to be saying that we don't stand a chanceLarge chunks of evidence were chucked into my shirtAs the navy doctor fell asleep a tense fog? surrounded usBrilliant lights ignite in the skyEveryone is beautiful if not somewhat unrecognisableSometimes it's as simple as the stakes on a wallSometimes it's as hard as a renaissance luteStuffed animals into baby ?You know they'll even laugh at the people we shootThe tender young boy with the life affirming needsStill waits in the gardenLetras de cancionesAnd everybody's sure that he's praying for StanEven long lost poets like to regenerateWith new arms and legs they sort the mailCast iron officers wander aroundThe president hopes that he'll grow a tailManifestations of ? ? andFloat into the sky at night AIIIEEEE!Oh damn it configurations play against the gawky savage? ? mayhem ? into the streets of ? ?
From Letras Mania