Texty:
Cans Dreams

My name is Jackson, I was named after my father Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to

you wanna love me? Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold Cola cans

a blank in the humid sunshine When I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance at the supermarket The noise flows me along as I catch falling cans

of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those

amongst the ruckus And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters Man yeah, get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus Dreams when M16's with infrared beams Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans

you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed out on his mother's bed Seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming

my island of dreams With impossible schemes In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be Nowhere doing nothing People there were made of cans

I see you walking on main street Lookin' in windows waitin' by turnstiles Thinkin' of things you thought you'd like to buy Livin' off dreams stored up in film cans

edge of the world And push me over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans It's a service