Unto Me
You're getting into making poison,
You slipped some on the side,
Into my glass of wine,
And I don't want any coffee - homeground.
Offer me a chocolate,
No thank you, spoil diet, know your game!
But tell me just how come
The smell of bitter almonds?
It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.
Chorus Picture of Crippin, lipstick-smeared,
Torn wallpaper, have the walls got ears
here?
Well, you won't get me with your
Belladonna - in the coffee.
And you won't get with your arsenic,
- in the pot
D'yer Mak'er
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repairman
He said he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there, but the brochure looks nice
1-Jump in, let's go, lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
2-Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He's got a daughter he calls "Easter"
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wondering why I feel so alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life
(repeat 1, 2, 2)
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening
(rpt 2...)