What You Feed
'68
4:07Celebrate I've got a back pocket full of riffs If you stick around I'll let you see them all Some fires can't be unlit Love is a fickle beast with fiscal immunities Should I get out before I drown? Do you kiss your mother with that ugly mouth? We are one in the same I think we sing the very same song We are just bones and teeth We've got plenty of time for death in a later-on episode, but for now it's just time to dance I don't claim to have the answers all, I might disagree when I'm dead and gone But for now the old saying goes You got to do what you love the most I got the feeling that I can't go home but I can't go out and I cannot stay here