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  • Текст песни Sole - Shoot The Messenger

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    Experts: go home, nothing to see, not here, not forever
    The 90's thinking man, 2002 dead man in us all
    In search for volunteers for the death of passion, and it
    Put nipples in the sky, the womb is all around us
    The alien racetrack is us; afraid to make eye contact is us
    Walking blindly, counting credits we'll never see
    Green balloons carry your cars away to plant in Egypt
    To be a plant in the sidewalk of a wheelchair
    Race car driver. Watery world, watery days;
    The water in my brain makes it hard to spot dry land, but I will fly again
    Fall again, but never on my pen
    These eyes have seen one too many movies
    And I fear my parents' counterprogramming outlived their own
    There was no training for the hunt
    But I put up a tent to daydream in (to daydream in)
    The freedom fighter calls life a nuclear nightmare
    And if you don't like the tone of my sinking ship
    Pray for me while I cry for you
    Whoever I can't kill, my daughter will
    And at night, in complete silence, I can convince myself I'm psychic
    The universe leads me here as I walk through Berkeley and wish I had a cause
    I know it's bullshit, but it's all I can believe in
    The more time I spend staring at people who never dare to stare
    I also know it isn't hopeless if I’m thinking this
    And avoiding cliché is like lying in my living room
    Staring at the ceiling, complaining about how ugly that it's getting

    (Only two of my childhood friends escaped the experiment;
    Some were killed, some became killers
    Some mourn a lack of ambition through parents
    Who passed on the nest 'til there were no worms left
    The successful went on to go to college then do nothing;
    If you're their fool, you're everyone's fool and no one's friend
    It's a Native American thing, you'd never understand why
    I’ve learned to eat pain like a Sunday snack
    March to no tune, and got a collar and doggy biscuit)

    Tim Holland on Shattuck on a roman holiday
    Self-taught master of sleepless hallucination
    Loveless thinking pill, make me eat my own vomit;
    Learn it to dance for my sister's dog sake
    My mother's mother, and my father's veins' sake
    They all wanna spill my guts into the street and wrestle me in it
    Like I can't digest what I can't swallow
    For all the loveless pedestrians holding bloodless hands
    (And when alone with death for the first time, but realize it was there all along.)
    The amusement park lines aren't as good as the in-my-head-lines:
    This is my newest installment in my latest last will and testament series
    I see people who try too hard to be themselves
    And wanna throw them lines like "no one is themselves"
    (follow your guts to traffic.)
    Cause your remote control dreams are worth more to you than to them
    You have to believe me, I wrote this with a pink pen
    And my face never goes red when they ask what it means
    Misunderstand me in your perfect pose, while plastic seats scream, "your excellence,"
    Your petted pretty putty padded ass
    Well-trained men learned to worship the lovenessness, all aroundnessness;
    Shallowness is quite becoming you-nessness
    All the parts of life that are not mind-numbing experiences
    Throw your hats off to those of us who can run off cheap batteries and wine
    We'd love to run you off the road and write a book about it
    If you stood between the day the little pig took the big pigs out to dinner
    To eat them with barren hands
    That done wrote ten million words and never got my point across
    Like people afraid to be different wanna make a difference
    Most nights I sleep alone and freezing and have no dreams
    Tonight is different: awake and freezing, I have no skin
    Left for my parachute. This advice isn't for you; it's for me, in my stomach, forever
    Tomorrow they'll forget me cause I never learned to kill for oil but then again
    I never learned to sit still and probab

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