Walls what
I get up in a spot
by the wheels outside
Rolling around my mind
Take a seat at the bar
Put a glass to my lips
And my ear to the jar
And my head the sand
Shut it out for now
But she comes in the night
Well I think that she comes
But it might be the lock
Making love to itself
Singing songs fucking hell
In a way what it was
Was a bag not a whipper woman
Does she store his name
For wars like oz rage
Nobody asked you to be true
Nobody asked you to be
Nobody asked you to be
Nobody asked you to be
What a love in and all
Fool better wetter it was
Watching hoes in the neck
Sucking mine if you will
There’s a crack in the door
In a lock with a slit by tomorrow
I’ll be on the floor
Side of it
Nobody asked you to be true
Nobody asked you to be
Nobody asked you to be
Nobody asked you to be

Nobody asked you to be
Nobody asked you to be
Nobody asked you to be
She was just a kid drawing
shadows around the room
Bouncing my head making the bed
Sleep in ‘till the afternoon
I was just a man
Hanging colors on the wall
Now is the blues gathers the dream
Circles the train
I piss on porcelain


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