You say there's nothin' wrong With the lessons that you're learnin' The school of the streets You'll kick next year Skateboardin' Hollywood and Vine Yeah You're a spaced out face in a crowd You're 17 and shootin' The cars slow down to check you out And your tattered freak flag flies For sale, your habit Where to? Let's go I know Out on the Internet tonight Deals made Between the strangers In green lights No names No touch no feel humanity You and your suicide life In a Cardboard mansion sleepin' Out there just beneath the freeway On a broken bottle carpet Snorin' now The Lord of the Universe Yeah A hippie called John Henry A burnt out acid tripper Yeah, yeah, yeah A symbol and a brush stroke And a barstool for a throne Encino, Jerusalem Angel, dust and blow I know Out on the interstate tonight Hell's angels And poet cops Alright alright New names And tie dyed blissed out humanity You and your suicide life Suicide life, yeah baby Have a nice day At the heart of all this darkness You got a crush on Venus big time Noddin' out into a wet dream The strangers take you They take you The slave trade sister rapes you I know Out on the interstate tonight Hell's Angels And poet cops alright alright New names And tie dyed blissed out humanity Oh no You live in real time Kings the Knife You and your suicide life Suicide life Hell's Angels And poet cops alright Spare change and have a nice day I believe you're here to stay Yeah Have a nice day I believe you're here to stay Come home Come home baby I think, you're here to stay Time to come home Hippie called John Henry © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; WILD CRUSADE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com