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Electric Music and the Summer People
Out on the highway, i'm doing it my way
handin' out money of flies makin' honey
zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee...

lets don't be, like everyone else
with the one trip rooms, and the halfway house
big black drums beat in the night
running away... thats what i like!

breezes are turnin', village is burnin',
convalescents open their presents
wanderin' children ready and willin'...
beggars and lightweights harness the highways

lets don't be like everyone else
with the one trip rooms, and the halfway house
big black drums beat in the night
running away... thats what i like!

abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time
sunstroke rivals, recycling bibles

lets don't be, like everyone else
with the one trip rooms, and the halfway house
big black drums beat in the night
running away.. thats what i like!

Electric Music and the Summer People (version 02)
Out on the highway,
i'm doing it my way
zig-zag patients,
vibrating the ancients
handin' out money,
the flies makin' honey
beaches aplenty,
the pigs on the levee...

lets don't be, like everyone else
with the one trip rooms,
and the halfway house
big black drums,
beat in the night,
running away... thats what i like!

seasons are turnin',
villages burnin',
convalescents
open their presents
wanderin' children
ready and willin'...
beggars and lightweights
harness the highways
lets don't be, like everyone else
with the one trip rooms,
and the halfway house
big black drums,
beat in the night,
running away... thats what i like!

abandoned coal mine,
we'll have a good time
red tape rivals,
recycling bibles

lets don't be, like everyone else
with the one trip rooms,
and the halfway house
big black drums,
beat in the night,
running away... thats what i like!

End of the Day
I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do
You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself
Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell
You can't tell

I've seen the end of the day come too late
Seen the love you had turning into hate
Had to act like I didn't even care
But I did so I got stranded standing there
Standing there

It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before

I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Like the prison dogs they set out after you
You owe nothing to the past but wasted time
To serve a sentence that was only in your mind
In your mind

It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before

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