Wednesday, June 1, 2011
When You’re on Fire Baby, Roll
From the Austere Masters Roadhouse ~ There’s a lot of noise going on ~ Some don’t like the music they’re playing ~ Some are dancing to a whole new song ~ When you’re on fire ~ Baby you gotta ~ Baby you gotta ~ Baby you gotta roll ~ The waiters dress in a nervous breakdown ~ Kate Moss is out cutting the lawn ~ Vice grips the congregation ~ If you don’t feel connected there is something wrong ~ When you’re on fire ~ Baby you ~ You gotta roll ~ When you’re on fire you gotta roll ~ You can take what you want ~ Everything is free ~ You can come right in ~ Pay when you leave ~ If you leave ~ Lights, camera, narcotics ~ Erection ~ You gotta feel ~ The procession ~ Come for a year or an hour ~ Far away from where tomatoes are flowers
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When You’re on Fire Baby
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