Texty:
Magic Numbers The Other

straight out of star wars or star trek The brain of britain masterminds the nation From this curious vantage point It's an oracle, it's a magic eight

round, all-star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers

Sitting on a hillside Watching all the people die I feel much better on the other side I'll thumb a ride I believe in magic Why? Because it is so quick

to any other love, baby this is way more Beyond the physical This ain't your typical, predictable Here today and gone tomorrow fling It's more of a magical

Much Pain (2x) The Lords Work (2x) Is bullshit (2x) This story is the last fantasy of christ Magical power that never existed He was a man just like any other

can't believe it It took so long it's only fair And then the phone begins to ring And a strangers voice on the other end of the line Says oh, wrong number

love on the corner by the Walgreen's Looking at me like I'm just another square saltine As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches

your choice May it be filled with the pleasure principle In circumference to my voice About those other Jennys I reckoned with Lost them all like a homework excuse This time the magic number

dialated eyes green Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face Twelve hour solid gold entertainment Other shit to sell from other