Come on now, talk
When they pull out on the breeze
There’s no survivors
it’s the simple stuff I need
how sweet romance is glum
The sad talk laws are broken on a hilltop
I’ll take my chances with impunity impunity
Got you up And I could really give a fuck
Can’t you stuff me?
So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad
I remember lying, I don’t remember a line
This is the city life—Hey lady, what do you need?
you’re the kind of girl I never wanna make
Keep you in sight, Three of us is enough
Every night Dreaming, dream, dream it got stuck
But I won’t pay the rent My little trick
Advocating a bottle of white I like you
say goodnight screwin’ your graceful tongue
Stuff me that word I love your tinted eyes
I’ve got to melt it show me Take it neighbor
if my walkman fades keep my anthem
because the sun will melt the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat
Because there’s forty different shades of black
they don’t need you anymore, little girl, boy, girl, boy
Because you feel that you’re social
Don’t even snow Don’t even snow
Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
quarantine the past ’Cause we need secrets
Because I’m rushing to feel this amusing era
you’re empty and what did you expect?
I’d like to invite you to a taste of my chalice
this crime it is never complete
slow, sick, sucking scene full of punks
Can’t you see the stuff I need?
If I could Then I would If I could
settle down settle down settle down
I need to snort up their drugs sleep it off
come and bleed with me Well, I got absolutely no one
no hands Nothing more than me
check out your public protests
Call and response, negative hope
remind you remind you
you got to take it Silent Can’t you see?
There’s no survivors School’s out I need release
yeah baby oooh So drunk And I need favors
I’m taking everything the turnstiles
the courthouse’s double-breast
the practice room the rose-covered floats the tokens and stamps
the Smashing Pumpkins the sharks their Vespas the plane
the pulse the traffic the road the drumstick the cinema stars
the fake oil-burning lamps the lines, open shutters, and the leaves
the war the city the grapevine the top of the Shasta Gulch
the hills of Beverly the horses and break-up divorces
the bottom of the Tahoe Lake the gum smacks the face the picture
the plane down the plane down the plane down
the driver the jam kids the ground the looks
the dance faction the plane down the plane down the plane down
the rock and roll era The street the queen of a canceled Pasadena
the foothills of my pride Let me sleep it off I need to sleep
I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep
I need to sleep I need to sleep
I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep
I would hope you see her face survivors
There are no spikes and plugs on their faces
Stone Temple Pilots Dad they broke me, dad, they broke me
Their throats are filled with the slow, sick, sucking part of me
sand waste concrete wedding rings psychedelic credit
Pull out their plugs Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down Hit the plane down
No one but myself to blame Chewin’ myself with my hand
Hand me your pawn shop home arks Jasper’s skinny arms
grandmother’s advice a milligram up my sleeve
it’s the way I’m living, right or wrong it’s straight and narrow
Back right now I know you don’t have wings
tie me up I deserve absolutely nothing they will agree
I need a in the elegant boats Then I would settle down
when I suck in kisses, it’s ours and she won’t let me break you out
That’s what they made my hero say
She won’t let you know that I need a right to touch her
’Cause it’s secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret
is it a crisis or a boring change why won’t you let me?
Hey, you gotta pay I’m taking over the scene
I’ve Got you all up my sleeve
snort it up or shoot it down
You’re never going to feel free
I’m taking over your life
asked nicely I don’t have no function
You’ve done me favors ’cause I’m your neighbor
Hit down I buried you bachelors Hit the plane down
just humming my skateboard the night
It’s a special one, it’s made of gold
Back right now Lost in deltas and rivers
Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay across to LA
After the glow, the scene, I’ve been wasted for the last word
Well you greet Underneath shame about your family
Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly
My my my my my my my
Nature When cut it free Last words come up
ignored soul Go back to Heaven dream, dream
Never believe in what you wanna do
Did you say I know everybody wants to put you down
Write it on a postcard Because I’m rushing to feel you
It’s a brand new era but it came too late
You film hack, I don’t use your fade
in the August sun in the falling rain
but there’s one thing I’ll never forget
I don’t remember a word but I don’t care
I care, I really don’t care
and they’re coming to the chorus now
got you up got you up got you up got you up
Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors