Say Anything "Ahhh...Men" |
Staring out the window of our tour bus and its just the horny driver and us Sit and trade Witt, smoke and we cuss talking about our friendly border drug bust and i know the future is cloudy and grey record like mine give up or go gay Your looking down on me with blue and black eyes Pissing down a storm from purple night skies Uh huh..uhh huh, huh uh. And i know the concepts muddy and shrite that all that is large and all that is slight is flowing in the stream of holy floodlights writing holy books, lord knows we bite but if this is your will and my testament i will bow to no belief that they bent still im just a sperm begat from your love basking in the bread, the blood of your dove Uh huh..uhh huh, huh uh. Can I lie with you in your grave ( x2 ) Theres a crack in the edge at the end of the world Where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell In a room with a view and a window to hell With those who bury bodies in the barrels of fun Will be marched in museums that display what they've done Will be shot up to the sky by a cannon of sin who will reluctantly let them in So can i lie in your grave at the edge of the end of the world Where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell In a room with a view and a window to hell With those who bury bodies in the barrels of fun Will be marched in museums that display what they've done Will be shot up to the sky by a cannon of sin who will reluctantly let them in So can i lie in your grave? Can i lie with you in with you in your grave? ( x2 ) So can i lie in your grave? Can i lie with you in your grave? ( x2 ) So can i lie in your grave? Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |