Desert sessions
At The Helm Of Hell's Ships
Cat's eyesCircle the globe on protruding white stalksDancers with green trays, basketsSnakes slither and probeA bridge of dog sizeA bench, a chairShe's so fine that naked lady of mineSlight turn in reposeThe lings out on the moanThe churbs so smallA chorus of fogs step on empty streetsOf forest greens, lanesWe all walk in the straight lineNice and tightWe all walk in a straight lineNice and tightElvis bleeds from the eyesMadonnas light up the skiesKneel before the potatoAnd kiss the forehand of SivaSunset and VineWalk in the straight lineWith my neonSongtexteMy neonWalk in the straight lineNice and tightJesus t-shirtsAirport chieftainsBlow-dried smilesNothing is sacredNo one is safeWhispers of secrets walkThrough these streets where my lady liesSacrednessWalkin' with my neonNeonWalkin the straight lineNice and TightHuman chases at their Jesse HelmsGuiding the gnomes andTheir clone children, the king's dominionHere, kitty, kittyHere, kitty, kittyWith my neon
Aus Songtexte Mania