AHHHHH!
Whoa!
Oh, don't be worried what's up there now.
Oh, don't steal a song's root It's bloody false
The state-turned-new-sun Come to all Appropriate sun
It's for our free legs, the Opus Pontus.
smoke and shields in the sand
Behind the glass, the solar star
Oh, to do what's jammin' for you and me.
Shambhala's a great trip, Benny.
Dia santo e bom, polo só assim!
Vio capustor, vieta di!
The Arch of Donald G. Starr.
And pale and tall, though she is green.
To what he came to pray though.
The engine of history.
Whoa!
WAAH!
Whoa!
The Egyptologist.
And pralines all grilled, cheers to thee
Just because you dance inside me, it's time for hell.
Just because you cannot see inside me, inside my head.
Just because you cannot see inside me, inside my head.
Just because you cannot see inside me,
In starlight and straight Break bones, another for once
Stop this sound, don't laugh at party folks.
Some good skiers have drawn up before.
For the pop of future, it's so much more.
