Текст песни Meat Puppets - Station
Meat Puppets - Station слова песни
Every thought`s a gameA pack of chimps I cannot tameYou`re wondering who to blameNow your ride has come up lameFortres full of hateFears and hopes all pound the gateTo early, it`s too lateWhat is evil, which is great?Pigs are sheep and cats are dogsAnd thoughts are made of Lincoln LogsTo tend to the mice and woodWhere black is blue and bad is goodThoughts that I keep my money inMelt some wax and chunks of tinForget your name, how to walk and ignoreThe light shining in from under the doorThoughts like a thread through a foam deviceLiquid bread and rubber iceMake a promise, grow teeth, go to bedWake up when you`re dead