Moon & Her Mother In Vacuum Tubes
On today’s show we’ll be humble
We’ll remake your mind
And if you listen you new question
Is killing time a crime
A compilation of copulation
Is playing in my car
Their talking pillows well didn’t you know
That’s what makes a star
And I keep sucking in these carcinogens
I’m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do
I saw a pro-mo it said I’m po-mo
But I don’t trust the signs
If I nay say will you hate me
For a real long time
Some disaster I paid my pastor
To come and knock me out
Got some therapy and some hair cream
Now I cry in style
And I keep sucking in these carcinogens
I’m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
(I’m the engine you’re the driver I’m the engine you’re the driver)
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
(I’m the engine you’re the driver I’m the engine you’re the driver)
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
(I’m the engine you’re the driver I’m the engine you’re the driver)
(I keep sucking in these carcinogens I’m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do)
I was made from copper wires you don’t know me at all
(I’m the engine you’re the driver I’m the engine you’re the driver)
(I keep sucking in these carcinogens I’m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do)
