Whirlwind Heat

The night time is not the right time,
It's time to get worked up.
I don't imagine you could tell,
about my conversation cuts.

This is a good day to lie.
This is a good day to die.
This is a good day to whine.
This is a good day to cry.

The white stuff is the right stuff,
It helps to get worked up.
And if we can't get alone,
then I won't keep you up.

This is a good day to lie.
This is a good day to whine.
And this is a good day.

The opposite of luck
Is the simplest form of bluff
And the opposite bluff
Is the smallest form of bust
But if i try i can't let go
And if i go i won't say no
She tries to buy my lucky bluff and bust
Standing on top
Letting the time clock
And i feel alone
Until i let go

Anouck feels uptight makes her want to cry
Makes her want to die
Poor poor anouck she only 22 shes only 22
Anouck stands with you she does speak to you
Knees up to her chest she could care less
And anouck doesn't feel alright
And i feel a little uptight
And i can't understand what goes inside of her mind
What wrong or right
Anouck keeps inside she has a sneaky eye
She sees the secret side
Poor poor anouck shes slipping in the loop
You see i can't stop you
Anouck wants to hide she skips in a line hides behind a sign

Pretty pretty black one
Decal on my sticker

Scrub down all that nasty scum
Starch foams up from burning vaults
Don't say no
Alas i slash with random flow
Dumpster slut you shot your luck
Close that case and clean your face
Trace back farms can blame your arms
Shakem clowns and ups and downs
Bums and chumps shake your tongue
You've got cans of pure luck
Take that number
Last fake chance to hump that rump
Take it now and run cramped up

Better sip it now better sit me down
So i can feel around i see you one two one two
Better sit me down don't turn around now
Say good bye now say good night girl
She can't go 'til i get to know her
Close my door please oh my oh my

I don't mind the way she stares all day
And if i wink she misses the next thing
Then she motors her ears so she can hear
And she wants to see me but she doesn't know where
And she wants it and she's got it
Now she has matted hair now she has mangled hair
I have seen the difference in me
But i don't want to hear it she has something on me
I cannot wait to leave here i cannot wait to go
Get away from it all get away from myself

Its all over myself
Walking with a wet head
Talking to myself
Cuting up my friends
Like a trash bag helmet

Its in a jar
You may save the lead
A poison tube later

Like a trash bag helmet

A one a two a three
Karate chop you

Everything feels exactly the same
My mediocrity of my privacy
And all i need is a little a little thing called sexuality
Got to nag the notion
Even though my words may sound like habit
I try and try and try to stop it
I only thought of you yesterday
I shouldn't have bothered to poke myself well anyway

Its you who broke down who wouldn't jump down
A go-getter written in my letter
There in the doorway you never told me
At the end of my story you adore me
Its you who take it back now
Its you who meltdown
At the end of my story its not like me

I faked the humming sucked down honey
Ones preventing while the others coming
Striking repeatedly and sleeping slightly
While snowball waits snowball breaks
It all snowballed
Your humming eyes makes stewball lie
And the offers made about this time
In the upper arm snowball tries
Snowball waits stewball breaks

Good evening i unzipped my skin
Thankfully unscrewed my head
Exactly as i always do when i prepare myself for bed
And while i slept this co-co came as naked as could be
He put on the skin and screwed on the head
That once belonged to me
Now that i have heard i'm doing things and saying things
I never do or say i tickle the children and kick the men and
Dance my lady all the way across my bed
Get out of town you filthy clown