Frozen space fragoulistic ways
Thirstful days and bellies full of hotdogs and junk food
Cops on the street saying hello to people they come across
I just walk past say nothing lower my head

Light a cigarette and talk myself to sleep
Strangers are we in the dark
Chocolate colored lipstick mirrors dance
I'm stoned out of my mind

So that must mean I'm blind
I cannot see is this really me
Banshee winds cry out your name
It sounds to me to be the same

I love you more no I love you more
The silly games we people play
When we are in love
Caterpillar bus ride kalediscope eyes

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Beep I'm in zone please leave me alone
No one's home I don't feel like answering the phone
Or the door for that matter of fact

Joe is a watcher of TV land
While Britney is dancing on her web cam
Do you understand?
Nineteen minutes to count down

I'm almost out of time
Rewind play back
I'm almost out of time
Nineteen minutes to countdown

Ten nine eight seven sex oops I mean six
Five four three two one none
I've got nothing else to say except
Goodbye and have a wicked nice day

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