Testi:
Mike Doughty Skittish

oh i could give a straight up goddamn i could give you four or five of them i got a thousand in my bank account break it open let the goddamns walk

oh i have felt cobain?s sarcoma growing on this will of mine to drag me down into the water the joy i feel before i drown and the lord?s hand

here she comes all low to the ground just like the fog is a fattened cloud air it turns to water when dioxide tempts the hydrogen why do you seek

your back curves like a creeping vine with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine in the black-coffee bowl of your eye why do you overestimate

oh i will not be undersold the grip is tight the hand is cold like money thrown upon the sea i hope my love swims back to me and i can?t save

Hey what do you call this thing on my shoulder? is it bones? is it cartalidge on my shoulder? I have the wrong disease. I have the wrong disease. she

Upon the rails, Among the weeds, I had a moment of, serenity. I saw you stand, In all the green, Upon the rusting rail, Balancing. You were the

oh i could give a straight up goddamn i could give you four or five of them i got a thousand in my bank account break it open let the goddamns walk

here she comes all low to the ground just like the fog is a fattened cloud air it turns to water when dioxide tempts the hydrogen why do you seek