Let's not talk about bombs and the impulses severed limbs you
Will always subtract your arms from my arms someone always
Interupts us while we talk so i'm gonna draw this evening's line
Before my wash hangs on it for everyone to see it's very bad luck
To draw the line on the night before the worlds ends we can draw
The line some other time this midnight i will turn into a beer i
Will dream of you between nightmares and wars and toss and turn
Ain't you gonna take me for a ride drink and drive down to the
L.a. river bed i'll make no mistakes and i'll behave

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