Neat; Manageable; Piles
Slip soft that serpentine, and live life off of our knees
Sawtooths and hate can't edge away ape-man dignity
She said, "You gotta leave with what you have"
"'Cause when the big one hits 'subtract'" (Anything can happen)
"You're no prize like me, young bodies always heal quickly" (Anything can happen, anything can happen)
(Anything can go wrong)
Stacked bones by the furnace steams like neatly placed homecoming queens
Your lumpish inate is the figure eight, a bit of me and I feel
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can go wrong
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
Why should we communicate sans technology?
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
You're no prize like me, young bodies always heal quickly
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
Why should we communicate sans technology?
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
You're no prize like me, young bodies always heal quickly
Sawtooths and hate can't edge away ape-man dignity
She said, "You gotta leave with what you have"
"'Cause when the big one hits 'subtract'" (Anything can happen)
"You're no prize like me, young bodies always heal quickly" (Anything can happen, anything can happen)
(Anything can go wrong)
Stacked bones by the furnace steams like neatly placed homecoming queens
Your lumpish inate is the figure eight, a bit of me and I feel
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can go wrong
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
Why should we communicate sans technology?
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
You're no prize like me, young bodies always heal quickly
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
Why should we communicate sans technology?
"Solder me, like a wire that breathes," your carbon-copy-fiber-optic plea
You're no prize like me, young bodies always heal quickly
Credits
Writer(s): John Congleton
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Other Album Tracks
- This May Be The Last Song You Ever Hear
- These Things Happen
- Ever Since The Turn
- Apple Pies And Alibis
- Neat; Manageable; Piles
- Can I Pour You Another Drink, Lover?
- Lenny What's Gotten Into You?
- Goddamn These Hands (I Let Them Touch You)
- A Face That Could Launch A Thousand Ships
- Throw Your Body On The Apparatus
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