Halfway past cool on Monday for the sight of her Rode in town while he built afar with the riders and then the poor Hot damn, it's a mother's day, don't you all look fine Promenading down long car ocean, yes it's mine and it's sniffing white They got poets, shuckers and godzilla's 'round Mother's sweet little frozen no suit We got Speed Racer and his archaic as words Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues Bringin' all the mares hide in your cabs, honey now loosen your load You belong to this has-no-name, what I I remember some chicks from the sciz would come along and sit and squeeze too Silly says, I say it once, for you it's cold steel and slow It's sounds have all ruptured, it sounds just like glass Suspect out in the corners, sounding verse and kickin' ass I felt the city have a narly, don't make the 6 o'clock news Speed Racer and the band here playing As I recall I went for the window, but I never did get me there Hit me hard with his hickory stick was the last thing I saw, met you Drag me down and tangle, you carry the charges if you feel Pray for the day that one yourself, but then figure we'll lick a few But when I try to look up, don't want to let me loosen your load Here alone take this grenade for me, well I The fore runner radiates wild help up far now, gun ships pass so far Pass me a vote, silly, and how we did it all over Did it all over, did it all over the road We got broads, suckers and guys in this jail mother sweet little frozen no suit We got Speed Racer and his archaic am words Revolutionary Hamstrung BluesThese lyrics stolen from http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mleone/dead-lyrics.html and attributed to Jerry Stratton (jerry@teetot.acusd.edu)
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