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By Misti Date: 2002 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.20.21.56.9394]] |
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no tune can carry our asses out of this mess let me guess this is what purgatory amounts to for those who fervently believe play this backwards and stare deep into the glass pictured on the sleeve soon we will leave this haunted Greyhound bus station far behind we're travelin' onward to a kinder realm a David Lynch film somewhere infinitely better than here on to heaven on to nirvana on to clear no Scientologist can stop us no Buddhist can deter us we are going home yes we are we are going home yes we are in my new car and your old car far from here steering clear of the refineries and Houston traffic if I'm an angel then God is a spastic but we don't think in plastic we don't live inside the lines so we're leaving the hosannas to the pines we are going home yes we are in my new car and your old car far from here fearing not the valley of pollution we've got an Albuquerque solution in mind Jupiter is aligned with Mars and all the stars are twinkling their consent as we speed down the highway hell-bent on salvation |