David Lynch They Go Down
Words were on the wall
They go down
Go around
They go down
Go around
Scratched with smells
They go down
Go around
Voices
Distant lawyers maybe
Presenting a falsehood
Like monkeys on evil organs
Grinding malevolent music
Turning into fever
Turning into pain
Stabbing the red brain
In the white bone room
They go down
They go down and go around
They go down
Go around
Say it so they say it
Say it so they
They go down
They go down
All around
I feel a trembling
Inside
I...
Feel a trembling
Deep inside
They go down
Go all around
They...
Go down
And all around
Tremblin'
Deep inside
And the black cloud is forming
Black cloud is forming
All around me
They go down
go around, go around, go around
Words were on the wall
Scratched with smells
The dullness
Of the imprisoned men's room attendant
Go around, go around
I feel a trembling
Inside
I...
Feel a tremblin'
Deep inside
They go down
Go all around
They...
Go down
And all around
Go around, go around, go around
They go down
