The She lyrics

Artist  : Breeders 
Song : The She



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Ripped off, you smoked the Bible. 

Rolled
it up, your last breath hot on my back.

You
get me started, try to get somewhere

You
move so slow, you're not even here.



Dear traveller,

It's my death, my
rhythm, my arithmetic.

I got used to nobody
riding in the back.



Sorrow blowin'
through the vents,

I'm over Houston.

You're over the night we met.



Dear traveller,

The she scared
electricity

Where no human carries a
map.

You say you gotta burn to shine, 

But every prism unwinds.

A road to ruin
and this ticket's mine.



Dear
traveller