Texty:
The Flaming Lips In A Priest Driven Ambulance

How does it feel to be breakin' apart? Breakin' down molecules How does it feel to be out of control? Another ring around this ball Used to be alright

, knowing Let me be your conscience, knowing Let me be your conscience, knowing Let me be your tidal wave That flows around you like a million Drops of summer ray That flows around you like a

If I'm standin' on your mountainside And I'm flyin' through your trees We're all drivin' our own heads now And I'm blessin' all your screed And I'm flyin

And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me

I was still asleep Watchin' the planets shine Reflecting Yourself in the sky (Shine on, sweet Jesus, on me) Scraping these smiles of mine Impossible one at a

Yeah, 'cause when I drive in my car We put heads in jars So take me please, take meta mars I wanna go where they are I wanna go where they are, I wanna

Seeing the unseeable Filling down the void We're not what we used to be We're not really boys Screaming till our lungs are full Kicking down the teeth

made this town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you drive

: I was born the day they shot jfk The way you look at me sucks me down the sidewalk Somebody please tell this machine I'm not a machine My hands are