I want my records back and that motorcycle gas tank that I, spraypainted black the owls have been talking to me but I'm sworn to secrecy I woke up in a burnt out basement sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch the moon it will rise with such horse laughter it's dragging pianos to the ocean if I had a home you'd know it'd be in a slide trombone I woke up in a burnt out basement sleeping with I woke up in a burnt out basement sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch
[00:05.69]I want my records back [00:12.00]and that motorcycle gas tank [00:21.65]that I, spraypainted black [00:33.73]the owls have been talking to me [00:39.80]but I'm sworn to secrecy [00:49.13]I woke up in [00:54.97]a burnt out basement [01:00.89]sleeping with [01:05.25]metal hands [01:06.93]in a spirit ditch [01:21.01]the moon it will rise with such [01:27.30]horse laughter [01:30.35]it's dragging pianos to the ocean [01:40.44]if I had a home [01:52.16]you'd know it'd be [01:57.39]in a slide trombone [02:02.63]I woke up in [02:15.10]a burnt out basement [02:21.13]sleeping with [02:53.37]I woke up in [03:03.52]a burnt out basement [03:04.95]sleeping with [03:08.28]metal hands [03:10.76]in a spirit ditch
