Bigbang Bag Of Leaves
Look at the mule in the desert now Where are you leading me I see no carrot on that stick in your hand There's a name for what you're giving me It's called misery I might find other sources To keep my spirits high I sneak away to the basement Lock the door and then I turn off the lights
I had a feeling it would come to this But I've got nothing but grief I'm going against my usual routine My lighter and my bag of leaves
Start relaxing Slow reaction Field of vision becomes Wierd and clear again We were told to say no But I can't let go Another good one
Then I woke up in a cold place Drooling on my guitar The angry sound of her voice in my head Saying get out and clean the yard
I had a feeling it would come to this I got no other relief I go against a lot of good advice My lighter and my bag of leaves
Start relaxing Slow reaction Field of vision becomes Wierd and clear again Hearing something from the corner of your ear Spine tingling music shimmering Still feeling hungry after 16 slices We were told to say no But I can't let go Of another good one
