Phish - Stash (1992) | Текст песни

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• Stash (1992)

Im pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash

Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees

Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
Please dont do that

Control for smilers cant be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers cant be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]

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