Children Of Chin

The party hosts a p-p-parasite
We'll move out to the cheaper city lights tonight
To the center of the industry
Where those industrious people are all smiling at me

Or we can melt into the Summer sun
And you can kill or Love or whatever whatever comes

Well I guess that it only feels fun with an empty head
We'll sing a song, sing a song, sing a song to the decade's end
And if you feel like you're ready to move on you can resurrеct the dead and bring it all back home, bring it homе
The truth be known, the truth be known, the truth be known

I want to do the stuff that feels nice
Yes, I want to ride on a motorbike across the countryside
Took Bible study in 1973 with uncle Timmy, Sleater-Kinney, Jimmy Carter and me
Yes we were making deeper things
Well I guess if we screw, we can screw our heads onto our necks
And we can bury the hatchet or the knives or whatever in to our backs
And if you feel like you're ready to move on you can pay him off with cash
Because dollar bills and prescription pills will kill us all
You will get your fix and I will get my fill

So let's all stand in a line
And I will watch you transcend time
Because it was a mistake to think
That your pregnant species could afford to [?]