Flat black 

pontiac 

GTO 

baby seat in the back. 

gun rack, 

six pack, 

michelob, 

it's going to take you down, 

it's going to take you down. 

And it's ours to throw away, 

on our languid holiday, people go slowly insane. 

so fast, 

out of gas, 

Jesus on the dash 

it's going to take you down, 

it's going to take you down. 

And it's ours to throw away 

on our languid holiday people go slowly insane.

and I think a holiday is obviously great!

Don't kill the biker baby doll.

He's got something on his mind.

It may not be so important but we'll give him time

There's something I've been losing with you all night

and it feels like life.



I dreamed I took it in the tongue 

and when it started to kick in,

well I was younger then but I can remember

the feeling of dying 

and there's something I've been losing with you all night

it feels like life



like fishes breathe under the sea way down deep.

Some of the time I feel like an oyster

and some of the time it's like barbarian

I didn't take your TV

I didn't take anything



It must be some other guy with a girlfriend

and a hi fi stereo, I'm drowning.

It must be some other me that you see through my skin,

it's cause my head is broken that I'm drowning



Some of the time I break into houses

so I can see what's inside of my dreams

I didn't take your TV

I didn't take anything



It must be some other guy with a girlfriend

and a hi fi stereo, I'm drowning.

It must be some other me that you see through my skin,

it's cause my head is broken that I'm drowning



is it good to be gone while the world is collapsing?

is it something to worry about?

joy joy joy joy

Twirling a harpoon carefully carved with sticks of bamboo

scanning the grey waves for grey whales this afternoon

is everything right is this water my mind am I already marooned

where do my eyes end and the water begin will I know it soon



did it wake me up or happen to me 

the killing

did it make me up or happen to me

the killing



break my bones

i'm already ripping

break my bones



silver sardines fill the boat with a glow from the bottom of the sea

the edge of the arrow shines in my head like a memory of living

is everything right is this water my mind am I already marooned

where do my eyes end and the white birds begin will I know it soon



did it wake me up or happen to me 

the killing

did it make me up or happen to me

the killing



break my bones

i'm already ripping

break my bones



there's something so unfamiliar in pieces of pieces of pieces of me



break my bones 

i'm already ripping

break my bones

fish are jumping in the country 

how i'ld love to be one

or a little armadillo or a big fat catapillar



i left my heart in a quick mart with a short silk skirt and a slurrpy

now i drive alot in my funny car drive it all around the parking lot



and i really like my innocence

and a i really like mine innocent

getting it out never makes sense

but i really like my innocence



drive my car in

to a building

right through the front door of it

run up the stairs tore off my pants la la la la la dee da



shiny red dress 

happiness is 

falling on the floor with a

she says jesus at my giz' and now i wonder where she is . . .

hell is a place where we've all spent time

it gets hot and cold

i have been known to stay there all night

i have been much older



sattalites bang around in my eyes

the holes that never close, 

the long long nights of falling on my head

the featherbed



is it funny to get around

is it funny ooo ooo



lightening strikes in the back of my mind

the good and the kind, wish that they were dead

the moon in the mind

the featherbed



is it funny

i've wasted all the dreams about the queen and i

is it funny

ooo ooo...

I miss summer

it's snowing

I miss the cool clear water

knowing where I'm going

but it's so quiet

the sun is glowing

it's all alone 

and exploding



All the while we talk alot and walk along the river's edge

all the leaves are falling off the trees

she says she's losing herself

and that she misses me



I've never seen a firefly

fly around a light

She keeps a forty five

for the middle of the night



All the while we talk alot and walk along the river's edge

all the flowers falling off the trees

she says she's losing herself

and that she misses me



and then

She gets away

I've had dreams of the Southern Pacific

railroad cars falling off of bridges and 

little green fish floating by



she was in love she's all swelly and swatable

I was in love with an empty bottle

I got glass in my eyes



I know a guy who took a rocket ride

to the end of the world fora skinny girl he liked

she wondered why



She breaks a bottle 

and studies the change

drops it in the water

and she drifts away 



I stayed up all night reading her diary, 

far away forgotten crying

I can see the scars in her eyes



and so we ran together into the southern pacific 

late one night of our little collision

with paradise and glassy eyes



She breaks a bottle 

and studies the change

drops it in the water

and she drifts away



and we wait all day for the sun to shine again

everyday this blizzard's burying

why my life is always splintering

what about the constant spinning and



a guy to believe in



and we wait forever for

a guy to believe in

sounds of grace always in a quiet place

whatever works for you this motel's depressing



"geez" she says, "it's good" it's in her blood of course she would 

she's all "cattails and cottonwood" and it's depressing



but my love is a concentration

my love can get you done



and here we go again this time as special friends

wondering if it's finally gotten serious

I will try to understand but first get on all fours again

and call me cowboy like you really mean it



cause my love is a concentration

my love can get you done



an indian is always hard to get out of the way.

like the moonlight on merrigolds,

or snow on a centerfold,

the sun goes down for ever.



my girl is the queen of pain going for the gold again.

she keeps scratching fleas and laughing

she eats like a pelican, chunk-by-chunk eating everything

chippewa, cherrokee, chiuaua



my love is a concentration

my love can get things done



an indian is always hard to get out of the way.

like the moonlight on merrigolds,

or snow on a centerfold,

the sun goes down for ever.

I think I've seen this skin before on a church door

or a magazine it's obscene and rubbery

and hundreds of seagulls in the air

block out the sun and the puddle of blood

is freezing



and I know I could wait for you for hours

and I know I could wait for you for hours



How many times do I have to feel

the pink of an atmosphere decline

into the evening

I've seen it all before so many times

here we go again it's nice

this little feeling



and I know I could wait for you for hours

and I know I could wait for you for hours



it's right and nice

to always be alright 

to always be alright 

and crackers



it's right and nice

to always be alright 

to always be alright 

and crackers

and crackers



and I know I could wait for you for hours

and I know I could wait for you for hours

and I know I could wait for you for hours

and I know I could wait for you for hours



it's right and nice

to always be alright 

to always be alright 

and crackers



it's right and nice

to always be alright 

to always be alright 

and crackers



it's right and nice

to always be alright 

to always be alright 

and crackers

and crackers

I belong to the headlong and furiously misgiven

we stare at the sun with a hard on and we are only children

we're like spots on bugs, the really little ones

but I fuck myself up

we're like spots on bugs, the really little ones

but I fuck myself up



and when I think about myself

I'm figuring it out

I'm too ugly for the crowd

and too loud

and when I think about myself

I'm figuring it out

I'm too ugly for the crowd

and too loud



I belong to the headlong and furiously misgiven

we stare at the sun with a hard on and we are only children

we're like spots on bugs, the really little ones

but I fuck myself up

we're like spots on bugs, the really little ones

but I fuck myself up



and when I think about myself

I'm figuring it out

I'm too ugly for the crowd

and too loud

and when I think about myself

I'm figuring it out

I'm too ugly for the crowd

and too loud



what's the matter now can you see me

what's the matter now can you see me

what's the matter now can you see me



and when I think about myself

I'm figuring it out

I'm too ugly for the crowd

and too loud

and when I think about myself

I'm figuring it out

I'm too ugly for the crowd

and too loud

figuring it out

figuring it out 

figuring it out

washing off the back seat of my car

hosing down the tires with turtle wax

washing off the stains with tenderness

goodbye old memories



what is this forgetfulness

what is this forgetfulness

who keeps screaming poppies poppies

I don't know but man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish



my step dad takes me fishing on the weekends

I don't remember sleeping sleeping

his rod comes apart into pieces

I don't like my step dad really



what is this forgetfulness

what is this forgetfulness

who keeps screaming poppies poppies

I don't know but man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish



my mother is moving to Tulsa

she kisses me quickly and whispers

you live like the sun in a snowstorm

you live like the king you're becoming

I feel like a queen on a runner

You live like a king in the clover

I feel like a queen in the clover



what is this forgetfulness, what is this forgetfulness

what is this forgetfulness, what is this forgetfulness

man I love to fish, man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish

man I love to fish, man I love to fish

All lyrics © Engine 88/Shut Up and Drive Music. Used by our own damned permission.