Yard Trip #7

歌詞

Yard trip number seven Is the one that they painted on the lawn If we load it up into this gun Soon it'll all be gone Quarter to eleven On the day of my birth In the desert wind I will have a grin that might Shatter the earth Woah, woah, woah, woah (woe) There's three short ways to live again Crumble like paper upon my skin They all tell you to try But you're gonna cry When no one cares where you been Couple days of driving In circles, I'd rather spin We got eight more lives And two more tries And six ways for tripping me out Yard trip number seven Is the one they tried to steal from heaven And if we load it up into this gun soon it'll all be gone And we have to do it via question and answer response, that we have to put it on-line OK so, uh, the question will be "What kind of trees are you?" the reply would be "Screaming Trees" OK Simple - to the point.