Buffalo Tom - Sodajerk |
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Sodajerk
Buffalo Tom Watch an eyeball Take a free fall At the mention of a name In its socket And like a rocket Rises just the same But could my eyelids The shuttin of the door Cover what I did Contain my feelings Me down on the floor And could these ceilings Jerked my fountain Ice cream mountains Form a line here I suppose I'm just too late These people naseate me I think I'll die here Were a spaceship But if my patience High up in orbit Then I would rise here Hypnotized here Risen from where I sit A solid angle Off the counter's edge My legs do dangle Soft words spoken Promises broken Close my eyes instead But could my eyelids Cover what I did The shuttin of the door And could these ceilings Contain my feelings Me down on the floor Me down on the floor Me down on the floor Me down on the floor (c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI |
