The Lyrical Chain Game

But it's impossible

 

I'll bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies.....



(I intended it as a compliment so I’m glad you took it that way!)

 

Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels

 

Stick a pony in me pocket
I'll fetch the suitcase from the van
Cause if you want the best 'uns
And you don't ask questions
Then brother I'm your man

 

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand

 

And all the people in the street
That I'll never get to meet
These tracks don't bend somehow.

 

I always flirt with death, I look ill but I don't care about it

 

Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease

 

It should hide there in the dark and grow more til it was smart enough to see
CREEPING BRAIN, CREEPING BRAIN, CREEPING BRAIN

 

well, the nothin song sticks to your mouth like peanut butter on the brain

 

nevermind your fingers I've got blisters on my brain
which increase my chances of going insane

 

I've got blisters on my fingers, from crying my eyes out over you

 

You get in a heat, you get in a sulk,
But you still keep on beating your meat to a pulp

 

majoring in culinary arts - you know
how to work that bread, cheese, and dough - from scratch

 

I even primered my right front fender, but you didn't call me!

 

You stole the sun from my heart

 

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy when skys are gray
you'll never know dear, how much I love you
so please don't take my sunshine away

 

the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
shorter of breath, and one day closer to DEATH

 

I want you to kill me
and dig me under
I wanna live no more
One who doesn't care
is one who shouldn't be

 

Watch me die!

Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired

After all I tried for three years...