Album Name : Dead Letter Chorus
Release Date : 2001-07-01
Song Duration : 3:41
Llama Farmers Big Wheels
Outside the rain is burning holes, inside bounce around
your head.
You've been drunk now for a week, but he's not open for
your love.
You can have your pretty things, destroy them if you
want.
We can watch them try to fly, but he's not open for your
love.
For your love, for your love, for your love.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
You eat orange off the trees, turn into, turn around.
Watch the sun blow up today, but he's not open for your
love.
They are forgot can't you see, the bubbles gone, is
something wrong?
Pink communal envelopes, he's not open for your love.
For your love, for your love, for your love.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.