the orwells
other voices [dave sitek version]
I'm slipping in and you're tripping out But that's what in our time's all about Don't take me in, I'll drag you down You're not the prettiest girl around Take the breast stop brinking out Take the drink and let's make out Your pupils wide, let's go outside Light up the smoke and start to ride  I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I'm tripping in, I can't get out I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I'm tripping in, I can't get out Well I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I'm tripping in, I can't get out I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I let me out  Don't grab my hand, I'm not your friend I'm waiting for my life to end Give me the gun, pass me the pen Tonight's the night, our lives will end I spilled the blood, it's cribs and led I got the voices in my head Give me the gun, pass me the pen Tonight's the night our lives will end  I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I'm tripping in, I can't get out I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I'm tripping in, I can't get out Well I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I'm tripping in, I can't get out I'm slipping in and you're tripping out And I let me out