Текст и слова песни Mike Doughty – Rising Sign
Right On
Your back curls like a creeping vine,
The answers in the fluid and the stem of the spine, (yeah)
In the black coffee bowl of your eye,
Why do you over-estimate the size of the lie?
*chorus*
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign.
And I swear, I'd like,
To drink the fuel strait from your lighter,
It's all inside the wrist,
It's all inside the way you time it.
I resent the way you make me like myself.
*chorus*
My nerves jump like a boiling pan,
Like a skillet full of oil,
Splat'ring? rattling on the burner.
Why stumble on to the thought of the natural ridden droplets so that I'll slowly yearn.
*chorus*
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign.
And I swear, I'd like,
To drink the fuel strait from your lighter,
It's all inside the wrist,
It's all inside the way you time it.
I resent the way you make me like myself.
*chorus*
Can I spell it out?
Can I spell it out?
*chorus*
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign.
And I swear, I'd like,
To drink the fuel strait from your lighter,
It's all inside the wrist,
It's all inside the way you time it.
I resent the way you make me like myself.
*chorus*
Your back curls like a creeping vine,
The answers in the fluid and the stem of the spine, (yeah)
In the black coffee bowl of your eye,
Why do you over-estimate the size of the lie?
*chorus*
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign.
And I swear, I'd like,
To drink the fuel strait from your lighter,
It's all inside the wrist,
It's all inside the way you time it.
I resent the way you make me like myself.
*chorus*
My nerves jump like a boiling pan,
Like a skillet full of oil,
Splat'ring? rattling on the burner.
Why stumble on to the thought of the natural ridden droplets so that I'll slowly yearn.
*chorus*
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign.
And I swear, I'd like,
To drink the fuel strait from your lighter,
It's all inside the wrist,
It's all inside the way you time it.
I resent the way you make me like myself.
*chorus*
Can I spell it out?
Can I spell it out?
*chorus*
I've seen the dangers of your rising sign.
And I swear, I'd like,
To drink the fuel strait from your lighter,
It's all inside the wrist,
It's all inside the way you time it.
I resent the way you make me like myself.
*chorus*
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