Throwing Muses Surf Cowboy歌词

Sleep, the great dream killer And leave them great Ass-kisser on TV To wake up all of me An underwater makeup The service, of what you don't see Oh-ohh Empathetic listening In the dark room, and at the TV You won't have to watch them grow They don't

Counting backwards I count you in I don't remember him I don't remember In time I rope you in again I try and turn you back through him I built a tower in my bones I spill the mortar through my home Don't let your heartbeat keep you safe No telling w

I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face And instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome body No lonesome song Drink to my friend Drink to the sun To your health 'Til daylight comes And burning

Take my sister out of here S***w this bar Put my sister in your car Who called me jailbait? Who called me jailbait? Who called me jailbait, here? Put my sister in your care Take her out of here Don't call me jailbait Don't call me jailbait Don't call

Throwing Muses - Hate My Way I could be a smack freak And hate society I could hate God And blame Dad I might be in a Holocaust Hate Hitler Might not have a child And hate school I could be a sad lover And hate death I could be a neuro And hate sweat

Not another drive-in movie You know you can't sit still Move me Snake snake Face out an open window Water in my eyes Beat me to it Meet me here next time One more button undone You talk too loud I'm talking to you Talk it into the ground Move me Snak

With your bright yellow gun, You own the sun And I think I need a little poison To keep me tame Keep me awake I have nothing to offer but confusion And the circus in my head, And the middle of the bed In the middle of the night With your bright silve

Nice limbo you have here Nice limbo you have here Nice field you have on Baby go back to your womb Baby go back to your womb You grow the apples around me I'll spit the seeds in your grave Bead me a necklace A decade I'll wait Picture this gun I'm ti

Ruthie's knocking Oh my God Who's she talking to? Not a clue Now she's shouting I'll be on the floor You go get the door Just had to make sure you knew That's a jack-o-lantern moon Don't look in the mirror Or he'll look back at you Ruthie take a show