Tekster:
Flaming Lips Out For A Walk

I went out for a walk in the mornin what did i see a great big hole in the ground where the world used to be and it smelled like it'd been burned and

Now there's no flame, things ain't the same Looks like she changed, thinks this is some game He's left in the rain tryin' to lay blame, took for a fool

passport, all you need is a thought Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano The brain begins to

mad, spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Blunt

seen her With a rubber perfection you can put it in a section with Janet Jackson or Little Kim. The chemistry was up to satisfaction With a magnificent ark spark bringing flame like a

too soon A taste of your lips still lingers in vain A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain A kiss in the rain, a kiss in the rain A kiss in the rain, a

out a gun And slap the shit outta you, you can't tell me nothin' I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button I'm too violent for this rap shit I should be out

and try and try Walk away, walk away, walk away but I'll never I'll never walk away 'cause I try to take the higher road Say easy come easy go

and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their