作曲 : Kurt Wagner The gold stereo Stretches out the sound Turns the plates until they're rounded The whole that you know Gets closer to the ground Closer to that thing you found For all our massive brains To call on choked remains It's painful It's certain That something's bound to break (inside) This house is not alone I'm kicking 'round here somewhere So check behind the ancient speaker Like painful southern bliss Pured upon like caramel And garnished with some crushed pecans To grow is not to grind To mope is not to mind The old cap The geezer The 15 second teaser Behold and you know Everyone's a ringer He's not even a very good singer The dirt on the tracks Has hardened into clusters Earthen legs and honey mustard A storm is closing in Our leaves start to spin It's getting Much later I wish I heard your radio (tonight) The people in the rain Are staring through our backs Wishing you had half a brain For all our little pain Tender is the mangle The science diet the ivory tangle The world goes away Each every stinking day I'm getting Much better This night's little upsetter The kids out in the street Take their toys and break them Look at them, then walk away The guy on the cross Is holier than I But then again he's made from plastic For all our massive brains To call on choked remains It's painful It's certain That something's bound to break (inside) There's cattle tied witha a chain Pinch the weeping Willie I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly I crawl out of the rain Think of me as fetal Think of me as the fifth Beatle
作曲 : Kurt Wagner The gold stereo Stretches out the sound Turns the plates until they're rounded The whole that you know Gets closer to the ground Closer to that thing you found For all our massive brains To call on choked remains It's painful It's certain That something's bound to break (inside) This house is not alone I'm kicking 'round here somewhere So check behind the ancient speaker Like painful southern bliss Pured upon like caramel And garnished with some crushed pecans To grow is not to grind To mope is not to mind The old cap The geezer The 15 second teaser Behold and you know Everyone's a ringer He's not even a very good singer The dirt on the tracks Has hardened into clusters Earthen legs and honey mustard A storm is closing in Our leaves start to spin It's getting Much later I wish I heard your radio (tonight) The people in the rain Are staring through our backs Wishing you had half a brain For all our little pain Tender is the mangle The science diet the ivory tangle The world goes away Each every stinking day I'm getting Much better This night's little upsetter The kids out in the street Take their toys and break them Look at them, then walk away The guy on the cross Is holier than I But then again he's made from plastic For all our massive brains To call on choked remains It's painful It's certain That something's bound to break (inside) There's cattle tied witha a chain Pinch the weeping Willie I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly I crawl out of the rain Think of me as fetal Think of me as the fifth Beatle
