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[Max Bemis Live Acoustic] staring out the window of our tour bus and it's just the horny driver and us we sit and trade wit, and smoke and we cuss talking about our friendly border drug bust and i know the future's cloudy and gray record like mine, give up or go gay you're looking down at me with blue and black eyes spitting down a storm from purple night skies ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh and i know the concept's muddy and trite that all that is large and all that is slight is flowing in the stream of holy flood lights i've read the holy books, lord knows they bite but if this is your will and my testament i will bow to no belief that they've bent still i'm just a sperm begat from your love basking in the bread and the blood of one dove ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh can i lie with you in your grave Letras de cancionesthere's a crack in the edge at the end of the world where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl eat us up break it down to the tiniest cell in our room with a view and a window to hell where the room with the bodies will display what they've done and march through museums that repel what they've done and shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin who will reluctantly let them in so can i lie in your crack in the edge at the end of the world where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl eat us up break it down to the tiniest cell in our room with a view and a window to hell with those who bury bodies in their barrel of fun will spit at ideas that regret what they've done and shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin who will reluctantly let them in so can i lie in your grave can i lie with you in your grave can i lie with you in your grave From Letras Mania