Testi:
Flaming Lips Transmissions From The Satellite Heart

You can be my head Oh, I really need one 'cause it's used all its better days You can be my head 'cause I've ruined this one Blasting holes where it

When will you shut your mouth Stop all the vibrate Birds flying out of a mountain Somewhere the snow cools my fever I just have stumps left for fingers

she has) Like she came from outerspace Oh god Has she turned queer? (yes she has) In her grown up years In a pilot dream (yes she has) Like she came from

Once in a while, the time will come To surrender everything you have to give Once in a while, the time will come To surrender everything you have to

It's all a waste of time again She used to mow the lawn She always wasted everyone She always turned me on Now she's turned a kind That isn't so much

You can be my head Oh, I really need one 'Cause it's used all its better days Yeah, you can be my head 'Cause I've ruined this one Blasting holes where

Something in you, it jitters like a moth And I see that your arms are out to God And oh, they kill you when they talk Makes a mountain peak seem little

One two three I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I got my plastic Jesus Sittin' on the dashboard of my car Comes in colorless, pink and pleasant

I know a girl who thinks of ghosts She'll make you breakfast, she'll make you toast She don't use butter, she don't use cheese She don't use jelly or