Letra de Spilt Needles (Alternate Version)
I've earned myself an impossible crime Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside If it's far enough in sight and rhyme I get to wear another dress and count in timeOh, won't you do me the favor, man Of forgiving my polymorphing opinion here And your vague outline?I'll find myself another burning gate A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate And this is what you get for pulling pins Out of the hole inside the hole you're inIt's like I'm perched on the handlebars Of a blind man's bike No straws to grab, just the rushing wind On a rolling mindLa la la la laThey'll want you to decide, eventually it happens Some gather on one side, with all their pearly snapping They'll close the basement door, it sets our teeth to chatter You never saw it before, but now that hardly mattersYou're old enough, boy Too many summers you've enjoyed So spin the wheel, we'll set you up with some odd convictions 'Cause you're finally golden, boyIt's like I'm perched on the handle bars Of a blind man's bike No straws to grab, just the rushing wind On a rolling mind