My pant legs are lamp wicks for garbage.
I'm soaking up rank swill off the street.
My mind is grooving sharp aluminum airplane,
Highest altitude at cruising speed.
Periquita red wine with Lucy in the summertime,
I never felt so new and alive.
Alive, alive, alive.
My pant legs are lamp wicks for garbage,
soggy with suicides from the streets.
My mind is groove a severed leg in an airplane,
through the stratosphere at super speed.
Flipflops greasing out from under my feet,
making me dance, dance, dance.
Flipflops slipping out from under my feet,
making me dance.
My pant legs are lamp wicks for garbage
Soaked through with gasoline and germs from the street.
My head was swinging to the beat as I kicked that
Kickball at the Center for Delinquency.
Periquita red wine with Lucy in the summertime
I never felt so new and alive.
Alive, alive, alive.
I've been through and trekked the Desert of Stone.
I've worked myself till nothing's left but skin and bone.
Nobody whose successful is afraid to sacrifice.
There are times in every life you have to fight alone.
credits
from Circle 001,
released August 8, 2009
Chris Fluur