Dead Man Ray Beegee
just like stories of coffee machines
breakin’ corner stones
comes as a minor surprise
but where does it come from like that
i’ll call a stand-in stoned box
flyin hells up a russian cut
common and sane
it’s common insane
i am gettin there
not from the salvation of cat
not from the salvation of starfish
crossing over borderlines
takin’ down all the ticket lines
why do they sell you that ?
you could’ve saved
you could’ve saved me from that
you’re not awake above my eyes
longer time on residental side
fisherman is a shoulder
more like a beegee song
not like a radio station theme man
just like a beegee
tourists invasions of tragedy stations
long distance callers are warning the nations
that’s not the real thing
no that’s not a bee gee
fisherman won’t you tell me the story
why ain’t that you on the picture of glory
that’s not the real thing
no that’s not the real thing
don’t go down on boats that are broken
don’t go saying that song is a token
that’s not the real thing
no that’s not a beegee
spinning wheel crashes in silk laboratories
put all the parasols back in the lorry
that’s not the real thing
no that’s not the real thing
getting cold fly like random white crosses
why did you bring that to my porch tuner dog
said that word is calling me
and now i know it’s calling me
don’t take my head and pull my teeth
and shook my head like a silver sleeve
not the station cought my tought
no not that fear or atmosphere
i can stay up reading product warning
when all i do is not getting cought in this
don’t cut my hands in 2 why a car some day
is a lot that don’t think
i got it i found it i got it
i had it i threw it i blew it
