the cave singers
faze wave
The World that pours over you, waiting for a ride. Saw you at the supermarket shopping for a lime. And all these businesses I'm... just tryin to succeed. They let poor lambs hand it Bam beat See God in the air? Nah, he's a man in the end. Uh Well he's child of God, Yeah well he's windowpane that opens up and let summer wind in. You are that Christmas ornament I left on the bench. The million times you wore the sympathy through the trench. When them bombs were half of our head. No heading and all, no head at all. See, I had to wake in the shack will cover the days to get the wake at a stop-in and some pane. Throwed in some booms, half of my brain. No joke at all, it's not a joke at all. See, the world was zooming, zooming, zoo-woman. I'd have paid him god, at least twice. How nice. See, I aint the man I am, nah. I ain't the man I was. They'll teach you can't do the walk a mile. They'll teach your past, you understand. I - I - I ain't the man I am. No, no I ain't the man I was. Can't teach your past to walk a line, Can't teach future to understand before the nothing and the summer wind end.