Electric Music And Summer People

Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way Zigzag patients, Vibrating the ancients Handing' out money, The flies making' honey Beaches aplenty, The pigs on the levee... Lets don't be, like everyone else With the one trip rooms, And the halfway house Big black drums, Beating the night, Running away... thatís what I like! Seasons are turning', Villages burning', Convalescents Open their presents Wandering' children Ready and willing'... Beggars and lightweights Harness the highways Lets don't be, like everyone else With the one trip rooms, And the halfway house Big black drums, Beating the night, Running away... thatís what I like! Abandoned coal mine, We'll have a good time Red tape rivals, Recycling bibles Lets don't be, like everyone else With the one trip rooms, And the halfway house Big black drums, Beating the night, Running away... thatís what I like! Diamond Bullocks Looking back at some dead world That looks so new Offices and fountains That they named for you Dazzlements of accidents Rejoice their doom Harikaris spinning' round the golden looms Girl you dream infections From a nauseous heart Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards Hear that lonesome whistle blow No direction to be known In a senile of revelry A tearful gaze turns away Eroding cold and gray Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness Looking back at some dead world That looks so new Offices and fountains That they named for you So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face Terrorist confections look so out of place Looking back at some dead world... That looks so new... Looking back at some dead world... That looks so new... Looking back at some dead world... That looks so new... Looking back at some dead world... That looks so new... Looking back at some dead world... That looks so new...

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