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Looking for a ladder
In the stratosphere
So I can be happy
Let my bones melt away

Stranded on a plane
That was circling round
I carry my heart
Like a soldier with a hand grenade

Walking down the aisle
In the supermarket
Looking for the things
To carry my senses away

Listen to a voice
On the telephone
Somebody's calling
Somebody on the way

Looking for a home
In the magazine page
Wages in my pocket
Gonna buy me anything that I need

Thought in my brain
Batting an eye
Washing away
Gaping at the oceans below

I'm not scared
'Cause there's nobody there
Mind is awake
Nothing's gonna lead me astray

Listen to the voice
On the radio wave
Somebody needs you
Somebody who is
On their way



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Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can´t feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boombox talkin´
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin´
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don´t need a good reason
To let anything rip

Radio´s cold
Solar´s infected
One by one
I´ll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I´ll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There´s people phonin´ in
Like it´s unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to savor they did it
Treadmill´s running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they´re going somewhere
But they´re not
So let´s put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin´ to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck
Cause it´s after dark
And the dance floor´s full
But everybody´s double-parked!

Cell phone´s dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I´ll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I´ll knock you out
One by one

This jam is real... that´s right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Ahhhhhhhhhh




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barbara_idijot
 barbara_idijot      02.01.2007 - 18:56:16 , level: 1, UP   NEW
jeden z naj trackov je http://www.sendspace.com/file/1kmiyk