hey momma'
i am such a selfish bastard
i stare through dirty windowpanes at fumbled d.n.a.
they stumble upright now we'll come down to man-made foliage
where all the crazies be, they're crazy just like me
except i'm sheltered from the cold....
oh darlin' hold me tighter so your teeth don't have to chatter
we can smile.... at putrid, senile faces taxing where our space is
man that's love
oh baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants
my stems is stout from the caffeine
drenched petals fragrance and nicotine
and i'll be asleep by 8:30
in the morning wake me gently
like a bird of paradise my agenda is my vice
and i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go man
get out man
freak out man
i get a little jumpy when the phone rings (automations on the other line)
the headset robots waste time on a company dime
it's another waste of time
but can you blame me?
when all the things i see
they came to me in dreams
somewhere out in the spaced out back of my mind


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    General CommentThis song is excellent.
    I enjoy the shifts of the musical styles.
    and that opening line is priceless.
    ridetheyakon March 18, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThis band is amazing. I'm glad I live near Seattle so I can go to their local shows :D
    CujoEtneron April 12, 2008   Link
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    General CommentOfficial from the booklet:

    hey momma i am such a selfish bastard
    i stare through dirty windowpanes at fumbled DNA
    i guess they stumble upright now
    so come down to man made foliage
    where all the crazies be, they’re crazy just like me
    except i am sheltered from the cold
    oh darlin’ hold me tighter so your teeth don’t have
    to chatter we can smile at putrid senile faces
    taxin’ where our space is
    man now that’s love
    so baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants
    my stems are stout from the caffeine
    and my drenched pedals have the fragrance of nicotine
    and i’ll be asleep by 8:30
    in the morning wake me gently like a bird of paradise
    my agenda is my vice
    and i am all dressed up with nowhere to go man
    get out man freak out man
    that’s why i get a little jumpy when the phone rings
    and automations on the other line
    those head set robots waste time on a company dime
    it’s a waste of time
    but can you blame me? when all the things i see
    they came to me in dreams
    somewhere out in the spaced out back of my mind
    Druckon June 15, 2009   Link
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    General CommentOne hell of a song.
    rebelmidgeton October 14, 2009   Link

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