Big Red Machine

(I will lay laid open… I will lay laid open
I do it 'cause I'm a family man)
Well, I met her at a hard grave

A heatwave, handshake way
But the Carmex stayed
Come back, do not answer the door
Oh, we met up like a ski team

10 feet out
With a cane man's clout
(My place of clear water)
With a beat in now

And the walls turned in
And your chest came out
'Cause you weren't too scared
Not amounting to your mother or your father

It's the memory of future 'gainst thee
As the passing end of the ashes hits the ground that you weep
And you'll know we'll need a minute to repair
So when you teach, you better teach 'em to share
So when they're standing by a river, you won't have to say:
"You panicked on me"
Oh, we met up at the High Line

Great park
Rose bark birch
And the two stich hurt
You had this torn 'Pac tee

And some horrible knees
Still standing fast
You always put your heart on your back
And we rose up above the G league

In a Teepee gloss
Where your tea leaves, boss?
Well, I got your back now
Not amounting to your mother or your father

It's the memory of future 'gainst thee
As the passing end of the ashes hits the ground that you weep
And you'll know we'll need a minute to repair
So when you teach, you better teach 'em to share
So when you're standing by a river, you won't have to say:
"You panicked on me"
'Cause now I'm a devotee

I'm a devotee
I do it 'cause I'm a family man
I will lay laid open
I will lay laid open
[Intro]
Well
Well
[Chorus]
Well, there ain't no other other
Well, there ain't no other other, Lord
There ain't no other other
Well I better not fuck this up

Well I better not fuck this up
Ah, long a way
Well we better not fuck this up

Well we better not fuck this up
Ah, leave it lone
[Verse 1]
Well it's two lines on 'em
And were pairing 'em down the cost
Well it's two lines on 'em
Well ya better not put up a fuss
Well, I’m wide awake
Whoo
[Chorus]
Well you better not fuck this up
Well you better not fuck this up
While I’m away

I 'ould bet a fortune
Where they tugging the bed, the foreground

Well, there ain't no, well there ain't no
Have we been here before?
Where they tugging the bed, the foreground
[Verse 2]
Well I’m on my big bean field
In the palm of your hand
And the palms are decimation where the glass glaze lay dead
Well there's six whole fucking nations
And who knows where they lay
Well you won't baylta patch that
With a one slap slain sleigh
When that bread dont even cost no bread
On my Mast head
And that bed ain't even made up and the Swing side caped up
Well there's Indians in the graveyard and we built on top them
Well I wanna comprehend you
But that's hard to give way, ah
[Verse 3]
Do we really know what happened to the
Clamped winter pass?
I would'a bet a coat over highway pass
For every lil' young ripple slapped on the back
Well I wanna comprehend you, said no overpass
The very young thing chad with the sweater back
Said he ain't known no love so he just attacks
But I known a couple lovers, some were quarterbacks
See can't you see hon that there's two a' that
Now?
[Chorus]
Well, there ain't no other other (other)
For by a still water
Sign it
Print a new path
Mind it
Well, I woulda rolled past
Climb it
Standing in a moment, plyment
Hire ditto
Let her fall
Climb it though
Second fifty tall
Fell in through the floor
Fell into the floor
Woo!
I'm landing
Seven's too long
Seven new romers
What's a polynomor though?
Get up out the door
I'm already off your reservation

I already on your reservation
Scratch that!
Abandoned winnebago sack
Ah
Having in a motel track
Ah
Feathers had a real good track
Ah
Happens to the best attacks
Ah
Having feelings 1-2 black
Ah
Heaven in a 1-2 sack
Ah
Heading in on Bohermore
I'm already off your reservation

I already on your reservation
Sign it
Print a new path
Mind it
Well, I woulda rolled past
Climb it
Hiding in the tour
Hiding in your door
I'm landing
The all lip fountain

And the air strip
And the bracelets
And the children know
New songs
That are old songs for us
You could see it in the moon

It was hovering at noon
With a lick gone bad
With a good strong laugh
Phony little path

Phoning for the past
Fucking up your classic
You could see it in the moon

Drive by vroom
Drive by vroom
Drive by vroom
Drive by vroom
In the light of thee moon
In an old canoe
What’s a girl to do
In a world like you?
Holds the clues
Holy torch my perdition

How important you will be
Why don’t you lay it down right beside me

Won't you lay it all by me
I am not an apparition
But I’ll haunt you
You'll see
Clad in ballads, wine and orchids

Cause I know the kind you seek
You used to lay down all around me
You used to lay it all by me
No it's not just adulation
I will hold you for me
Cut the grass, tend the flowers

Downing bottles by the crease
Light a smoke up in the sun room
And pretend I’m My Tree
Prove it not
Rock of ages
In a row
Their lies to me
Winter costs you peace of mind now

Winter cost your valentine
Why won't you come back on the runner
Won't you come right backside
I'll be singing for your health
I'll be righteous you’ll see
I was gonna give you all of my time

More time
More time
I was gonna go and get you more time

More time
More time
I was gonna give you more and more time

I ain't lying
I was gonna give you loads of more time

My time
It’s my time
How am I gonna get you out of my mind?

More time
More time
How am I gonna get you out of my mind?

More time
More time
I was gonna give us more and more time

I ain't lying
I ain't lying
I was gonna get you more and more time

I ain't lying
I ain't lying
Every bit assaulted, but lauded, and part of the profits

On account of the coffin
Don’t call me a maudlin
Tongue knotted often
Do you remember when we went and took apart your closet?
Took apart your closet
More time
Then I was gonna go and get you more time
More time
More time
More time
More time
My time
More time
More time
Our time
I was gonna put it in my pocket

For every drying socket
But hocked it when I marked it
When you're alone
I gave you all of my time
But you really want

But you really want
But you really want
More time
More time
But you really want
More
More space
I can't
But
I can't
I can't
But
I can't
But
I can't
But
I can't
But
I can't
But
I can't
But
I can’t
But
I can’t
But
I can’t
But
I can’t
But
I can’t
Hide in the grass

Whole amount of love to the task
Where we smoke again
Over knocked out fast
Over night my body

Turn a top
Turn a top
Over night my guidance
Turns a coal rider
Body
Body
Over my dead body

To the mop
To the mop
Over my dead body
Through the clock
Over the task, all to do a matador mask
Wait in the path
Where we smoke again fast
Over night my lighting

Over my dead body

Through the rock
Through the clock
Over your dead body
Wanna live again
Wanna live again
Keep on living then
Body
Over mind no matter

With a mock
With a mock
Over laid my time
To the mop
To the mop
Over night my body
Turn the lock
Turn the lock
Silver lite my miser
Clover thy lie silent

To the cop
To the crop
Over lite my martyr
Oh my mind’s all mine
Over my dead body

Through the clock
Through the clock
There's a way to go
There's a way to go
Over mind no matter

With a mock
With a mock
Over laid my time
To the -my body
Over night my body
Turn the lock
Turn the lock
Over night my body
Oh my body oh my
Over my dead body

Through the clock
Through the clock
Through the clock
Through the clock
There's a way to go
Over my dead
Over mind no matter
Over my
Over my
I used your hands

On my head
I used your heart
To calm my bed
Well, I used to know, know, know
How not to fix it up
Aw, baby
Aw, baby
Well then you two came along

With your safety and poise
To bring me a new colour
To wind around from waist
Snakes
Lovers
All in a race
Has me all borderline - re-erased

Has me all borderline
Dawn tunnel
Plowing the cloud
Found me a new lawn robe
Only fools get gold
They show you films of all places
Well it's alright
I miss Mike Stipe
Now, look at that road

Look at that climb
When it's throwing in a nickel you’ll get out a dime
Too patterned, too close
Too flattered, too broke
Now look at you go
Took the morning to float

Took the morning to find
I got a vision of a mission but an awkward vibe
Too livid, too scared
Too loving, too closed
Now look at you know
When the cause is dead on arrival

And you coulda shoulda woulda for free
Now look at your post script, every minute
It's a very slow thing to have glean
So maybe you know

Or maybe you don't
It isn’t time for a fitting of a passing cloak
Too forward, too fine
Too patient, too wise
Now look at you shine
Took the matter to house

Took the matter to mouth
With the feeling that I'm fishing in a harbor now
Too clever, too kind
Too patterned to hide
Now, look at that smile
So when the cause ain't dead on arrival

Do not hang your cause on revival
Cause now looking is bringing you grief
So when the cause is dead on arrival
I wouldn’t have forced it on the minute
It's a very hard thing to have grief
Ah give it a minute, we're dancing in it
Well, you are who you are

Well, you're out on our street

And you're having a laugh
With nothing beseeched
You got no kind of map
Well, you wanted to keep

So just follow your feet
With your heart in your mouth
And your boring that Peet
Are you hot on the couch?
And you're blowing through pouches

Well, you want it to keep

So you stay on your sea
Well, you know it's a Scene
When you're having to seem
Well, I know it's a struggle
It's some kind of debacle

Well you are who you are, who you are, who you are, who you are, who
you are

You fancy your feast

But you dreading your speech
Just follow your feet


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(I will lay laid open… I will lay laid open

I do it 'cause I'm a family man)

Well, I met her at a hard grave

Oh, we met up like a ski team

With a beat in now

Not amounting to your mother or your father

Oh, we met up at the High Line

You had this torn 'Pac tee

And we rose up above the G league

Not amounting to your mother or your father

'Cause now I'm a devotee

Well I better not fuck this up

Well we better not fuck this up

Well, there ain't no other other

Where they tugging the bed, the foreground

I'm already off your reservation

I'm already off your reservation

The all lip fountain

You could see it in the moon

Phony little path

You could see it in the moon

Holds the clues

Holy torch my perdition

Why don’t you lay it down right beside me

Clad in ballads, wine and orchids

Cut the grass, tend the flowers

Winter costs you peace of mind now

I was gonna give you all of my time

I was gonna go and get you more time

I was gonna give you more and more time

I was gonna give you loads of more time

How am I gonna get you out of my mind?

How am I gonna get you out of my mind?

I was gonna give us more and more time

I was gonna get you more and more time

Every bit assaulted, but lauded, and part of the profits

I was gonna put it in my pocket

But you really want

Hide in the grass

Over night my body

Over my dead body

Over night my lighting

Over my dead body

Over mind no matter

Clover thy lie silent

Over my dead body

Over mind no matter

Over my dead body

I used your hands

Well then you two came along

Has me all borderline - re-erased

Now, look at that road

Took the morning to float

When the cause is dead on arrival

So maybe you know

Took the matter to house

So when the cause ain't dead on arrival

Ah give it a minute, we're dancing in it

Well, you are who you are

Well, you're out on our street

Well, you wanted to keep

Well, you are who you are

Well, you want it to keep

Well, you are who you are