I'll be ordinary over you. I turn my camera on by Spoon. And mark our own day with a parade and a song. Soot soon to paint the sky. He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan. We descend on fours. The power that they lack it has been painted on. That consummation makes a grumble. Can't contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us. Spoon - I Turn My Camera On Lyrics. I'll be your skin and leather, I'll be your skin and bone on the telephone. The pearl in his hand is the jewel that will make me a man. Idle minds attentive to the lessons. Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot, our loot spread out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every single one of us, in our hapless condition that we made ourselves, in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop, when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops STOP!
In my hungover daze, I felt the thunder of God. The coast is the most. I may be damaged by the rod. Move aside bras and tights. They were perverted and they smelled of myself. It gave rise, a lonely charge. I've been lost, I've been used, I've been easily amused?? But it means we are free from harm. That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that? A pre-Madonna, a pre-Madon' moment: too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get. I turn my camera on meaning. Rub my eyes for a second glance. Designed and taught to draw blood but the sword is also phallic. I'll suck the venom from your skin but you won't let me in.
Telepathy line, telepathy line?? Act fortunate to be here. Torn at the hamstring. And in the prudishness of my fumbling. Good waste is an oxymoron, moron, moron. Paid for by education. A future coffin where I soon may lie because. It hit me like a tom-tom.
Fades into a whisper and. And it moves around and about. Lay on your wall I bleed on your rug. Polio, polio, polio, how 'bout AIDS? Dug in the night, we use our spit. We will have fun we will have fun. That's camera shy, and tries to hide. I'll never see, it will be obvious. I see a face I hear a song. It is the nails driven through the steel? Spoon turn my camera on lyrics. Then I repeated my own vows. They lift me up and we all stand? When I think of thee. The congregation, stunned and dumbed looked upon me with an innocuous stare.
There's a new day dawning, skulls piled high? I should be able if my will is there. I didn't mean what I said, I was improper. Then we walk more, he walks more than me. Untamed by holy rites. I've been mining the most? I have been driven down by those nursery rhymes? So he seduced me in a dream: I kissed his ugly gangly greens. In the name of callous talk: This unborn age has reached its botch.
On a bench or behind the stairs. I'll be so ignorant to. I have this weakness to find. And the weak of heart. I want another enema, nema, nema. Your arms are stronger swallowing spit on the brink?
Want to feature here? Taking out their hands? I'll feel the need to confide. My odd way of walking. Drum made from skin and bone played with a tickle of feather. I'm startled and I'm cold and I believe that I have problems in my dreams.