Lyrics
The treatment of the sun, street dancers in a brigade are ashing what mothers made Treatment, your purpose unknown
Your placement in the crowd, i m out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones, your purpose unknown
Out of nowhere the solid gold man is a statue, your purpose unknown, street dancers in a brigade are ashing what mothers made
Your placement in the crowd, the treatment of the sun
White birds are ying in a pattern like ghter planes, your placement in the crowd
White birds are ying in a pattern like ghter planes, she s not trying to annoy me but sticks and stones will break me like words will Pass, i m out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones
Your placement in the crowd, your purpose unknown
Paranoia keeps me watching to see if his head would move, my costume is custom sewn in colors of thread i own The, the treatment of the sun
My costume is custom sewn in colors of thread i own, i m out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones, street dancers in a brigade are ashing what mothers made
dark shadows cover the ground to make you think they re around you
She s not trying to annoy me but sticks and stones will break me like words will, your purpose unknown
The treatment of the sun, your purpose unknown
Your placement in the crowd, your placement in the crowd
your placement in the crowd
I m out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones, the treatment of the sun, she s not trying to annoy me but sticks and stones will break me like words will
Your purpose unknown, the treatment of the sun
Paranoia keeps me watching to see if his head would move, your purpose unknown
Your purpose unknown, your placement in the crowd
I m out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones, your purpose unknown the, your placement in the crowd
the treatment of the sun