figurin it out now - heres our band www.handlehead.com
we must be the worst t cross the line
meat lust tree - the bone fruit on the vine
youre so good to me
you look so good to me
true
i say whats on my mind
heavan hold when yer pent under me
leavaned mold this serpent does agree
ill do yers to mine
while you you ruin my mind
lie
and soon we'll be set free
when were gone -
here from home
be sure to believe me
so whaTya wanna try
theres no parents here - just u and me
cause all we gots is time
yer as anxious as i can see
the day is long
i dont belong
theres nothin else else that i need
please dont cry
you should know what ya mean to me
do dont try
while ya ride yer green machine
ride the sumer undertow for free
hide when you here thuinder roll n bleed
you
just look at u
do what you want to do
but she will float right next to me
i was born on the great divide
with a handle stickin out my head
and we lose what we cannot find
n all thats west just winds up dead
and its al just the same to me
ya walkin round like ya dont care
and shell fall down to her knees
while we grind our green machine
