You Tell Me

I don’t lips to be smiling
My mother roach is a diamond
Gautama sells for a hummer
The frigid bitter of summer
I don’t know why, you tell me
Inching through the quicksand
Nothing left to sell
Prayers to the grandstand
Mother Mary hell
Don’t be afraid little darlings
The devil told me, he say
The urine concrete hangover
Pigs parachute their revolvers
You don’t need six feet to die
Order more clouds for your sky
I don’t know why, you tell me
Itching from the sweatband
Running out of air
Waving on my short ham
There’s nobody there
Don’t be afraid little darlings
The devil told me, he say
Wherever you go, there you are
Whenever you go away
Somewhere over Anaheim
I know we will meet someday
I put the judges in prison
I change a room with my mind
I don’t need Mayans to know that
I’m running out of time
I don’t know why, you tell me
Missing for a Siamese
Never not alone
Nothing left on order
We’ve owned it all before
Don’t be afraid little darlings
The devil told me, he say
Wherever you go, there you are
Whenever you go away
Somewhere over Anaheim
I know we will meet someday