Fft

Sounds guard FFT, take it living

Sitting in my room, the thoughts are flying through my head

Taste inside, my brain is tart, the contract's on my bed

Smell the smell of cigar smoke and I know who it is

Ideas are dumb, the doors are shut, the messages are his, oh, yeah

My buddy, Al, drove off a cliff and ran into a nail

Licks his wounds and wonders, how the tooth drove him to fail

He hates to park his car downtown on 16th Ave

Sometimes, her eyes are green, and other times I think they're blue, oh, yeah

(Take it in, yeah)

My sister is a mother and my mother is a chore

My brother is a junkie for the CO music boards

Knew this guy who was too lazy and he was so dumb

He slept all day and lost his job, and now he is a bum, oh, yeah