PavementPorpoise And The Hand Grenade

Harness you hopes on just one person Because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes you'll end up with mollasses Cauterize with syrup in syrup and mollasses And I'm checking out the asses the assets that attract us to anything that moves we're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake your ashes 'cos someones gonna cash it we're plot it turns again the reference starts at ten Show me a word that rhymes with Pavement and I will kill your parents and roast them on a spit An' a don'tcha try to etch it or permanently sketch it or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold And the freaks have stolen the White House I moved into a lighthouse it's on a scenic quay it's oh so far away Far away from the beginnin' the shroud is made of linen the yearling took your purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart breakin' earth quakin Kiwis they are home bakin' minds wide open true Leisure a leisure suit is nothing it's nothing to be proud of in this late century and I'm asking you to hold me just like a morning paper pinched between your pointer your index and your thumb Its a semi-automatic believers are ecstatic you see the way they cling the cold metallic sting © 2014