Cobracaine - DMA's, Jacques Lu Cont

Here to see it disappear

Wanted to be free, nothing but a dress

Yellow cellophane on her bathroom window, yellow

Time, her mind will never keep

Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark

Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment

Wanted to go on holiday

Wasted kids so dead inside

Time, her mind will never keep

Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark

Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment

A call from her silver child and lips ever fades

Asinine to paint your own rhymes

Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry

Take your own grime in your own eye

I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine

Wanted to go on holiday

Wasted kids so dead inside

Wanted to go on holiday

Wasted kids so dead inside

Asinine to paint your own rhymes

Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry

Take your own grime in your own eye

I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine

Asinine to paint your own rhymes

Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry

Take your own grime in your own eye

I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine

In silence