All Too Well

Down in the valley where the veins don't go
And the tied up tigers smoke the dope
And dream of rope fuck
With everything with a face

And the straight disgrace
Of a mission on a mountain
Of blood tracks to the queen
In a tower of money, money, money

Talking to the train tracks working for the
Wrong man dreaming of the perfect tan and the
Beautiful voices telling you what you are and
The death of poetry on the pages of a magazine
Strung out on the perfect set of genes

Funny how the days slip by without a thought
In the mind or a moment of time with your feet
On the ground I know that this will come round
Such a beautiful thing that one day all of this will be gone

Nothing is sacred nothing is true
Nothing is blue and I don't mind what you do
'Cause my mind is my mind in spite of you

Funny how the days slip by without a thought
In the mind or a moment of time with your feet
On the ground I know that this will come round
Such a beautiful thing that one day all of this will be gone

Standing on a spaceship looking for life
Or a god or a gun or a matchbook telephone number
To the one who might love you or maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe

Maybe it's time to close the line
And step outside and look for the great disaster
It must might be faster
To close this book myself

Funny how the days slip by without a thought
In the mind or a moment of time with your feet
On the ground I know that this will come round
Such a beautiful thing that one day all of this will be gone

Isn't it strange that we've come this far
And still don't know who we are

And I don't wanna be there
When it all comes crashing down
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
I know, I know, I know, all too well