Текст: Frank Black. Honeycomb. My Life Is In Storage.

I had a castle
I had no hastles
Now tears are tassles
Your sure to know it
Just when you blow it
When you can store it

My life is in storage
My life is in storage
uh huh

Come take a voyage
To personal storage
and we will forage
leashes for my hounds
my tools for my grounds
speakers for my sounds

My life is in storage
My life is in storage

Here are the pictures
of Herman fixtures
Now theyre just pictures
Lying in this stack
Baking in this shack
of things i cant get back

My life is in storage
My life is in storage

What life has become
Stored here for his son
hold on i feel dumb
? ? ? ?
i paid him in his fee
now arent we ? ? ?

My life is in storage
MY life is in storage

I believe in your perfect face
I believe in your place in the sun
Can we leave now, this dusty space
Can we have a little fun
I was standing at the podium
Though I was a little drunk
To the docking not a ? ? ?
I delivered my funk
You were standing at the edge of the light
Trying not to be too impressed
I was trying for the sake of the night
Not to be too depressed
I called you on the telephone
From a hotel in Beverly Hills
You know I was scared to call
You was givin me thrills
I believe in your perfect face
I believe in your place in the sun
Can we leave now this dusty space
Can we have a little fun

(Thanks to PJ for these lyrics)