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letra de memoirs - doctype

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i’ve been driving since denver looking for a way to die
2 hours from vegas it’s a shame to be alive
i’m driving the red shark, my attorney’s next to me
i got to pull over the mescaline and ether’s messing with me
i’m a 1000 miles away but i can still see her face
with red wine lips and a caviar taste
shake off the jealousy rub the red from my eyes
it’s a shame this is a convertible because there’s bats in the sky
grab the briefcase go check into the circus circus
she still has my heart so what’s the purpose, purpose?
everyone’s a reptile, most females are snakes
most men are actors, the rest are just fake
i want to be on the big screen 12 times bigger than god
so i can find his fuse box and finally turn him off
i got no sympathy for the devil or white coupe de villes
the hotel was a thrill now to skip town with a gun and some pills
halfway to la, rear view highway patrol
ken kesey’s laughing, dump the beer, the cops let me go
love is my heartbreak, distraction and fear
i turn on the radio and this is all i hear

k!ll the body and the head will die
i got to get away i wish this car could fly
i wrote this because she was more than a make out
this isn’t a song, this is a breakdown

trapped on all sides i hit the horn like davis
there’s no love in california i’m heading back to vegas
where desire’s in control and artificial’s beautiful
i dig my own graves with this shovel of doubt
i’m looking for that white rabbit with green water in his mouth
i like with a cronkite style and a bogart smile
i’m a drifter with credit cards who keeps depositing denial
pull over i need some more air in my tires
oh sh-t it’s lucy with eyes like jellied fire
she’s got teeth like baseb-lls and a smile that says i hate
let’s get out of here i need some vitamin c and grapefruit
lazlo’s h-lla stoned he’s talking to jesus on a pink telephone
i’m alone, it’s just me and my pen again i’m drinking adrenaline
waiting for sober to be my friend again
she’s not answering my calls, she knows i’m a wino p-ssed out in a bathroom stall
i woke back up, ordered some coffee, pulled a knife on the waitress
misery’s a rapist she slapped me tasteless
i guess i’m just another blue collar on her hate list
i’m heading down a dark tunnel with timothy leary
he doesn’t know what lsd is but says the light at the end is all a theory
she’s more modest than money she’s not as arrogant as she seems
we’ll always love each other to h-ll with the american dream
i hear drugs k!ll brain cells but can they k!ll love
if so, take all your needles and put them in my blood
if you want to see me i’ll be in north denver
sitting on my porch writing about the opposite gender
crouched behind my swing hoping a female doesn’t see my fear
the radio’s deafening, this is all you’ll hear

k!ll the body and the head will die
i got to get away i wish this car could fly
i wrote this because she was more than a make out
this isn’t a song, this is a breakdown

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