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Tekster: Aerosmith. Gems. Critical Mass.


Arriving in boats, black hooded coats
tormenters climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed, covered my head
but they're flushin' me out with a broom
the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
for my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
time after time, she'd be readin' my mind
but she never got the feelin' to last
celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it
this is the critical mass
so far so good, I heard the other say
so good so far, they're takin' me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
we'll take a drink and break the glass
celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
this is the critical mass
now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
paints surrealist scenes on the wall
so I tell her for fun, that it's really well done
but she just ain't listenin' at all
she points to my heart, tellin' me if I'm smart
I'll practice and phase
out and admit, when the shoe doesn't fit
and I went screaming out down the hall
need it
need your love
just then I heard a poundin' on the door
we're all here, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to you alas, we'll take a drink and break the glass
celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
we are the critical mass
time and space, is takin' me away
time erase, don't know the time of day