just like stories of coffee machines breakin’ corner stones comes as a minor surprise but where does it come from like that i’ll call a stand-in stoned box flyin hells up a russian cut common and sane it’s common insane i am gettin there not from the salvation of cat not from the salvation of starfish crossing over borderlines takin’ down all the ticket lines why do they sell you that ? you could’ve saved you could’ve saved me from that you’re not awake above my eyes longer time on residental side fisherman is a shoulder more like a beegee song not like a radio station theme man just like a beegee
tourists invasions of tragedy stations long distance callers are warning the nations that’s not the real thing no that’s not a bee gee fisherman won’t you tell me the story why ain’t that you on the picture of glory that’s not the real thing no that’s not the real thing don’t go down on boats that are broken don’t go saying that song is a token that’s not the real thing no that’s not a beegee spinning wheel crashes in silk laboratories put all the parasols back in the lorry that’s not the real thing no that’s not the real thing
getting cold fly like random white crosses why did you bring that to my porch tuner dog
said that word is calling me and now i know it’s calling me don’t take my head and pull my teeth and shook my head like a silver sleeve not the station cought my tought no not that fear or atmosphere i can stay up reading product warning when all i do is not getting cought in this don’t cut my hands in 2 why a car some day is a lot that don’t think
i got it i found it i got it i had it i threw it i blew it