close this dialogue when yr complete dont hold yr breath theres nothin here u write yr book of big ideas open folder downlode complete but dont hold yr breath theres nothin here dont contact us anymore resume yr position by the door on the floor xpected more dont hold yr breath theres nothin here sorry i forgot y i called but pop just ate itself theres nothing left dont hold yr breath theres nothin here.

step in2 the house of wax melt in from the pavement ill put on my favourite slax the ones yr mother gave me sold the house of wax 2day grabbed the kids n went away slip in2 the house of wax grumpy @ the counter he'll put on yr favourite trax if u ask him nicely sold the house of wax 2day drove the kids n got away sold the how sold the kids & went away.

write me a letter outline yr plan i'll get my ppl 2 c yrs pass me the envelope don't lick it down i found my own way in & i'll find my way out send me another give me another poor me another dream teenage blisters on my hand buddhas picture in my plan.

hey stan yr tekniques failin hs on the radio way 2 keep cool hs remote control hs hs joanna's heart jeannies eyes hs tastes like gloss such a fuss hs generation dead the shape of yr head hey stan.

rubber bullet in his head speaks in maximum cliches reduce me 2 a token novelty burn my poetry she said $50 on the door u got a thousand maybe more $50 burn my poetry she said mother.

[structurebabystructure] big weekend bw sittin naked with my friends it was a bw clocked in @ 8 locked out @ 4 sleep in my waste face full of floor sound control 2 major set brain 2 stun bw bw 26 bottles down it was a bw sound control 2 major set brain 2 stun big weekend.

sometimes i think we could fit inside the same skin in yr skin sometimes i think we should satisfy every whim in yr dreams i want nothing else.

by the millions they come the ambitious & the downtrodden of the world wake up & yr 5 yr politix of love yr politix of drugs yr politix of pop wake up honey its the last song the kids r up n u been on 2 long u wake up & yr 5 [takeme2theaprilsun] wake up & yr 5.

scrabble: so kalgoorlie easterly million shots from  a car windscreen diagrams manga fans spy on me so we go im searchin 4 the real u4 green acres by the bakers slow smokers r no hopers slow drinkers r crooked thinkers lips on hue best friendz 2 im searchin 4 the real u4. (original by "turnstyle" on "country" [1999] - spunk records)

shes not a happy smoker trees can tell no lies hey get that kid. destination heavy select yr loaded weapons get yr colour right get yr style into gear [instantcoffeechemicalhandcuffs]

watchin yr lips move 2 the rescue listen to the door slam 2trq yr freakin me out 2trq absolute truth 2trq yr skeletons 2trq sunday mornin 2trq smell of cut grass 2trq cut my face with yr words read the sign do not disturb leave my body on the floor yr fleeting glance implies much more cut my face open mind 2trq broken drought 2trq summer breeze 2trq yr naked back 2trq & u love me 2trq [cutmyface] eat these words from my hands 2trQ.

octagon in my head piece of paper in my hand now its gettin easier now the systems in place its gettin easier to breathe yr air here now.

if u had halfabrain u'd be u've got tickets on yr self u only get what u r its alright its ok its gonna be a beautiful day its alright its ok turned out such a beautiful day it doesnt really matter anyway.

urbenville wake me up b4 u go part of me just wants to sit on my mind i'm the jesus of clarity fragments of bliss scour the horizon face into yr setting sun cant sleep eat shit just drive yr lips on my mind yr kiss the kids r alright countin down the days searchin about trees & human nature fighting negative words kick fuck shit moods finding the road white lines yr lips on my mind yr kiss the kids r alright 5andahalf thousand ks yr face touches mine 6 days chasing the same sun into the west as far as she goes sucking on thin joints nimbin silence dodging roadtrain juggernaughts yr in my swag yeah yr lips on my mind yr kiss.

got a hole in my pocket keep losin change hole in the mirror said lets get drunk again sameolsameolsame wont u introduce me to some of yr friends u can tell me the story u know the one that never ends sameolsameolsame look over my shoulder theres noone @ the door catch a cover bland land on the floor sameolsameolsame watchin yr shoes waitin outside 4 me spent all my money now i'm free from the
sameolsameolsameolsameolsameolsame.

indicator blonde no head nature gone took a trip to get to u took my time to get to u i cry into u the taste of u on the back of my tongue and i cry into u tile took a trip to get to u cut my lunch wore my shoes to get to u i'm into u with the tip of my tongue i cry into u i fly into u i cry tile educated son no head nature gone.

destiny in yr face revolution in its place retribution love the taste  innocence  fades  away   do yr friends use yr  friends  abuse yr friends do yr friends hey.