Pack the truck under the moon Jesus Christ, my lips are red You ask a lot of the moon When you ask me to forget I never asked you to pay my rent Jesus
I don't mind, I don't mind I don't mind, I don't mind I am a freeloader, I am a freeloader I don't mind, I don't mind I don't mind, I don't mind I am
Fell out of the sky, I fell out of the sky I check the time while you wait for your clothes to dry I cut lemons and lemons and limes One sour finger,
, go back to your womb Baby, go back to your womb You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo
Sun bakes the window, makes the sheets hot and wet At night they're cold and blue Why do I like you 'cause I do Why do I like you 'cause I'd kill to be
Look at this it don't fit You've put wild into it I'm amazed you've put wild into it What can I give you, what can I give Cool place, I'm amazed You
Well, you just wait We're lost again Great, oh, just great We're lost again Get your mouth out of the gutter Get your butt back to the sand If it gets
I feel fine Want me to drive It was mist That you kissed You can talk a blue streak You can talk till you're blue And we won't feel any finer Than we
Thank you for singing my chains, when I couldn't sleep Thank you for chaining me to the bed, that was sweet Sing me to sleep, sing to me My sad brother
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