coming home like a letter bomb
In my rearview mirror
looking for my place
tellin' me things that I already know
and my pants ain't getting no bigger
gazing alone through sex painted windows
of a dream that got cremated
turn the lights out
could you tell me how to get to the Soviet embassy?
haunting my brain
I can barely speak.
so many people
dogs are howling to themselves
please enjoy
that there's something more to be real
the sound comes from above
blowing like a smoke machine
optimistic xerox of yourself
optimistic xerox of yourself
shakes his golden mane
yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
coming home like a letter bomb
in my rearview mirror
looking for my place
tellin' me things that I already know
tellin' me things that I already know