Texty:
Primitive Radio Gods White Hot Peach

she can't dig holes with a shovel she won't shake hands with the devil and when she's caught in the middle she pulls away and it feels [chorus] like

Lying in bed and the rain?s coming down You can laugh now Burning love and the avalanche comes You can think now It?s easy to say that we?ll all get

Got a message from Steven, must've got it 'bout late last night There's nothing to hold, Barbara said she'd cover it all And someone called and wanted

One more animal One more vegetable One more loss of motor One more falling for One more silent shows Swimming in the devil?s triangle One more wad of

I am the alien; I've come here to take your son I'm opening up your chest taking the parts that you won't miss I've come here to measure life; I've come

A car moves slowly down the street of a residential neighborhood The conversations at its peak but the static?s getting round and round You?re fading