before Oh. There's a wicked young man Cooking slowly the frying pan And the family of bones are back together sleeping all alone Then there's Alice, dear
We must complete the trip Try not to lose your grip No sight of solid ground and never look straight down Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper your claustrophobic
I don't drink tea Or white chablis I sit around and watch tv Don't send flowers Or take showers But I'll be there to pull your weeds Oh yeah I don't
I wanna tell you a story It happened long ago About a redneck boy Down from tupelo I got the slick black hair I played a rock guitar I liked to shake
You even watched the world grow cold And even when your world was shakin' Even when your breath was taken Even when your blue eyes turned to gray Small town
I'm in control I got a bulletproof soul And I'm full of self-esteem I invented myself with no one's help I'm a prototype supreme I sit on my private
I never kicked a dog, A child or my wife I never looked at pornography I swear it on my holy saint mother's life But somehow she's down here with me
I'm not a Buddha boy I'm not a Muslim man I'm not a Christian or a Jew I'm not a Mormon freak I'm not a Catholic geek And I'm nothing at all like you
Now I don't know but I've been told There's a nun having fun and she lost her soul She's got cash, she got laid Now she's dealin' with me and she's gonna
When I go to the show All I see on the screen Is a stream of pure vulgarity I wrote down a note Complained for a day To the House of Representatives
There it stands way up high A million bodies piled to the sky Arms and legs, feet and hands Impossible to understand Countless heads, ears and eyes
I ain't got a name I don't gotta face No fingerprints or DNA I ain't got no eyes I don't got a tongue But I know what's going on I'm deaf and dumb I'
: I ain't got a name I don't gotta face No fingerprints or DNA I ain't got no eyes I don't got a tongue But I know what's going on I'm deaf and dumb
Oh. There's a wicked young man Cooking slowly the frying pan And the family of bones are back together sleeping all alone Then there's Alice, dear And
: We must complete the trip Try not to lose your grip No sight of solid ground and never look straight down Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper your claustrophobic
: There it stands way up high A million bodies piled to the sky Arms and legs, feet and hands Impossible to understand Countless heads, ears and eyes
: I don't drink tea Or white chablis I sit around and watch tv Don't send flowers Or take showers But I'll be there to pull your weeds Oh yeah I don'
: When I go to the show All I see on the screen Is a stream of pure vulgarity I wrote down a note Complained for a day To the House of Representatives
