I′ll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping Through the poignant rain I think we′re going crazy Her left eye is lazy She looks so Israeli Nicotine and gravy I′ll feed you fruit that don′t exist I′ll leave graffiti Where you′ve never been kissed I′ll do your laundry Massage your soul I′ll turn you over To the highway patrol I think we′re going crazy Her left eye is lazy She looks so Israeli Nicotine and gravy I think we′re going crazy Things don′t even faze me Her left eye is lazy Nicotine and gravy Miracles amaze me She looks so Israeli Love the way she plays me I think I′m going crazy I don′t want to die tonight
Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home I′ll stop the world ′cause this plan is slow Wait across the street in the parking lot The tree is dead, the front door is locked
The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled Grabbed us by the throat then I choked and stumbled This will never work, this will never work Check my pulse as I swallow dirt
I′m cutting myself with my own morals I never meant to write about you (I never meant to write about you) The one contact that I loved so much But passing my own heart What could possibly be within?
Do you think about your actions? Do you ever wonder what the consequences are? (Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) The dullness of existence (Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) The dullness of existence (I′m dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)
And I have no sympathy for this He needs somebody else to leech off of (Somebody else to leech off of) The one contact that I loved so much But passing my own heart What could possibly be within?
Do you think about your actions? Do you ever wonder what the consequences are? (Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) The dullness of existence (Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) The dullness of existence (I′m dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote It′s fucking mind over matter Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote It′s fucking mind over matter Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote It′s fucking mind over matter Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote It′s fucking mind over matter My concepts are rested And manifest in ways you can′t forget My concepts are rested And manifest in ways you can′t forget
(My concepts are rested) If you′re gonna wear the uniform You better sell the cookies Don′t come to my house asking for a handout (My concepts are rested) If you′re gonna wear the uniform Sell the fucking cookies Don′t come to my house...