Слова:
Throwing Muses The Real Ramona

Instrumental

Him dancing, him dancing Him rolling on the ground Him moaning, "I can?t help myself" You be the cooker, I can?t see no difference in me You be the driver

She colorblind tired eyes, her hallway aching She'll never move him, likes it that way He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away It's not

Two step behind the rest One fingertip too long A hole, a hole in the box they carry Pours sugar in the road Pour dimes in diamond, Jim Two months to

My best friend knows this old guy who Who keeps a picture in his shoe He takes it out after a spell Says - s e e Shouldn't stare that way so long baby

I brought this bottle here for you Can't you drink it? I brought this bottle here for you Can't you drink it? Can't you drink it? I brought this body

That last one messed me up Things look bad Things look tragic I keep looking in the mirror Afraid that I won't be there Courting Ellen West, dancing

Well you gotta see this, Golden thing You golden thing, And when you get there better kiss me Garbage piled up to the ceiling Ashtrays shaped like asses

and slide, See my name See my name on the wall I tried to walk on this wall It fell right under my feet, Now I only lean Only lean on the wall I throw