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  • Текст песни Sole - Teepee On A Highway Blues

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    A good portion of devotion on sale
    To the stale-skinned rummage-happy
    Everyday troop
    Got my beels on: it keeps my ears ringing
    And peers watching
    Wishing I'd stop
    Quietly judging with my mouth open
    And hands on the switch
    So when they stop the earth
    Whose ass will your head end up in?
    It's most likely you'll never get
    The perfect tip
    Or learn to take hints
    I want a new television
    Because my books are getting old
    And I'd watch the "new and advertisements"
    And find a new way to change my life
    Guaranteed of course
    Because the names we trust
    Have, and will always be, the only answer
    Girls like to hold hands
    I had my life squeezed out once or twice
    So let's call it even... and well-balanced
    Like a crock of shit
    Or a hell of a life
    On a walking mess to the upscale
    Where they sniff dreams off fingernails
    And rate life on a scale of personal gain
    Mapping our the universe:
    A wife and kids with no name
    Big house atop a hill
    That blocks out the sun for those
    Who can't afford it
    Throw some crumbs to the starving idealists
    Do they not bleed the same?
    Are they not men?

    We got bigger desks now
    And all my ideas are carefully hidden
    Or crumpled paper at my feet
    Starving for attention
    When the demon barely blinks out of this life
    Now I'm on the north shore
    Laughing at my dot com buddies who got laid off
    Who needs references anyway?
    I've been working for god
    In all the wrong social circles
    I could have been a programmer
    But this much I still am:
    Not a man or a teacher
    Just a student in denial
    With more to give than they could possibly take
    When there's nothing left to disagree with
    I'll drop off the face of the planet
    And give MTV-land back to it's rightful owners...
    You can have it

    There's replica of comfort
    And a false sense of stability
    The difference between a blow-up doll
    Floating in a bathtub with slit wrists
    And a lost friend
    Only calling to borrow money
    All these days are beneath you
    There are floors to slip
    And break your neck on
    And bottles of vodka you can't see through
    Parasite to parasite
    What's eating me is eating you
    The absolute hardest thing about being here
    Is how you wish you could fast-forward
    The way it drags
    Now they got drugs and computers
    To do that for you
    Until they can be you, and replace you
    And convince you that they love you
    Never meant to harm anything so innocent
    That you can't help but hope
    It gets killed crossing in traffic
    I promised myself
    I wouldn't kill anything on this song
    But you leave me no choice
    Because I can't complain
    And can't believe I'm still
    Waiting for people, waiting for people...
    Who overextend themselves by saying "hello"
    I uderestimated greediness
    and how loneliness
    Will drive entire blocks to pigpile
    On television sets
    All the clap-on distractions
    And fade-away inspirations
    Are the reason I can barely
    Hold a one-sided conversation
    Or sit still without knees shaking
    I pull the hair out of my head
    And wait for bats to fill the room
    But all I get is a receding hairline
    And another shit-eating grin

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