Tekster: Sonic Youth. Experimental Jet Set, Trash & No Star. Sweet Shine.

I hear my angel mounted baby
Pretend to everlast a lady
Marlboro belt unbuckled baby
They told me you were just crazy
I feel that I could burst
Gimme a little drink of your sweet time
Is it the way you think?
Or just a pattern of your glory
Is it just some story?
You wrote all for me
Do you think you're my home?
Deep down, just a little whorey
I know you, I'm from you
I know you, I'm from you

I'm comin' home to swall drive

Cowboys are languishin'
Little girls are bees
Is it really a green stage coach
Crawling up to me?

I dreamt that you were my vacation
Woke to find desire and dislocation
You're always heavy in rotation
Comin' on, flirting with the nation
I feel that I could burst
Gimme a little drink of your sweet shine
Why is the way you grew?
Still in the soul wanting you
Smelling the night jasmine
Hypnotises me
The flower tells me stories
That makes me feel so sick and free
I know you, I'm from you
I know you, I'm from you

I'm comin' home momma, to swall drive

Alice is a chain store
Down past first and vine
You can shop there anytime
It's all very fine
Look his hair is colored, do you think he grows?
Look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a hose
Look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a rose
Look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a pose
Look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a hose
Look it's changing