Jumping in the tub with your cousin! Somebody's definitely jumping in the tub with your brother Uncle!

I'm going down to the central part of town I'm going down to the central part of town Central part of town, I'm going down I'm going down to the central part of town

The approaching sound of hooves now scatters all the wolves you briefly watch the horseman ride then you quickly run inside the rider's weapons gleam while the horse's nostrils steam

We are temporal silver men In sulfur vessels A percussion rinse

Much ado is all I see In fact it is surrounding me The seething crowd intrudes all day 'Til finally I'm swept away

Leave it on press, Depress, depress Llama taboot

I'm looking through And it all would be So crystal clear If it wasn't for the foam But the foam keeps getting thicker And it just keeps getting harder And I'm falling Into a deep Well

If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would and I'd take you now

You might find a river under a mountain That feeds a remote subterranean fountain

And I look into the air up above my head A thin layer of clouds and the open sky All the stars are handles on doors If I could touch them with my fingers they would open up

Just when I thought I'd end up alone Big ol' Alaskan mama, come walkin' down the road

And when you heard the end result I told you it was not my fault if you were here more of the day it wouldn't twist around that way

I can't track you anymore Detective work has sure become a bore So tell me what you did with it And stop this shit, give up yourself Before they come knockin' at your door

I'd like to live beneath the dirt a tiny space to move and breathe is all that I would ever need

I'm up and I can take what you give And I'm here but I don't want you to live with me 'Cause all I want is a taste for free

I need a new way to express myself So you don't need to guess What otherwise I'd say aloud And watch it float just like a cloud

Holdin' back the emotion train Headin' back to Duluth All aboard for the tour Ridin' next to the truth

I'd drop him, a forgotten god, languishing in shame and then if I hit stormy seas I'd have myself to blame

I feel you shift my weight around I squirm and roll beneath your flesh Just like the guy you met in town

All you'll be, and all that's gone Is leading you on and on, on and on... You will live again You will live again

I'm so bad (He's so nasty) Ain't got no friends (Real out-casty) Stay out of my way (Or you'll end up a cripple) I'll take this piece of paper (And slice your nipple)

I can't describe the feeling when I'm in my bed asleep and then I wake up with a vision blurred And all my efforts are deterred To reconstruct this image lost

Don't ask me 'cause I don't know I just fasten my seat belt wherever I go

Little red wagon took a big jump (Cuddly but deadly) That pup was caught in a centrifuge (Herbivorous, crepuscular)

Harlequin kaleidoscopic On pillow jets... Prismatic velvet tones On pillow jets... Pulsating halcyon specter On pillow jets... Flaming visions, shadow drawn On pillow jets...

We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got a saxophone in the band We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got saxophone in the band

I saw you With a ticket stub in your hand Under the light Middle of the night Couldn't get it wrong So I had to

For when my hand was holding hers She whispered words and I awoke And faintly bouncing around the room The echo of whomever spoke I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever spoke.

And the black oleander Surrounded by blues I'm soon overwhelmed By olfactory hues

Pebbles and marbles like words from a friend Make us hold tight but are lost in the end When we're alone we all seem to tend If we find a marble in dust To wish someone left it for us

Danger I've been told to expect it I begin my descent Down the cold granite steps

All times and seasons are the reasons people and their clans Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird with glue and rubber bands

And if the moment passes You should try it once again For if you do it right You'll find the moment never ends

I can bend in 68 ways I have lived for Page: twenty-three thousand and forty-nine Fishman: twenty-two thousand, four hundred and five Trey: twenty-two thousand, five hundred and forty-seven Mike: twenty-two thousand, three hundred and one For a grand total of 90302 days

Whenever I think of you it only makes me feel sad Whenever I think of you, the best friend I ever had... Before I gave it up all for nothing Well, I lied and I cheated

She said "There isn't even any road, our destiny was bound We were the ones for us but now we're in the ground"

Came from the baby's mouth We follow the lines going south Please me, have no regrets Came from the, came from the, came from the... baby's mouth! We follow the lines going south!

Oh, if you're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treating you You know you can count on me to take good care of you

Well she kicked the mule And it walked the path And the aliens fired from behind 'Til she stopped the mule And she kicked the rump And the big old mule took a big old dump

An asteroid crashed and nothing burned it made me wonder: Do tigers sleep in lily patches? Do rhinos run from thunder?

Now I'm letting it all roll by I can see, I can see A life beyond the dream I'm watching it all roll by I can see, I can see A life beyond the dream

Run through pale dark woods To that sugar shack Breathe warm steam and hide In that old sugar shack

But God never listens to what I say God never listens to what I say So very, so very hard And you don't get a refund If you overpray

I crashed, I burned But then I learned To keep my eye on you You always say You'll lead the way But then you never do

Thought I could get you to come to Yarmouth Road Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb All I ever wanted you to do was to come on home Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

I come from atop the mountain baby Where the people come to pray I come from atop the mountain baby Where the people come to pray There ain't no truth in action 'less you believe it anyway

We can stage a runaway golfcart marathon! Stand up Stand up Stand up on your heels and call From the hills From the hills From the hills.

The creatures that seem oh so kind Then sleep all day and ease your mind at night they softly pad along and look to steal things that you own

Thunder calls through waterfalls Rising tide and ocean walls I can hear you when you sigh

And today that thing malfunctioned Like a forest fire It burnt a hole in me and I perspired