let's not talk about bombs and the brain impulses
of severed limbs you will always subtract your
arms from my arms someone always interupts us
when we talk so i'm gonna draw this evening's
line before my wash hangs on it for everyone to
see it's very bad luck to draw the line on the
night before the worlds ends we can draw the line
some other time this midnight i will turn into a
beer i will dream of you between nightmares and
wars and toss and turn ain't you gonna take me
for a ride drink and drive down to the l.a. river
bed i'll make no mistakes and i'll behave