The Mothers Of Invention

The Mothers Of Invention - The Air lyrics

rate me

The air

Escaping from your mouth

The hair

Escaping from your nose

My heart

Escaping from the scraping

And the shaping

Of the draping . . .

I'm awaking

In a T-shirt

In a Chevy

At the beach

And I'm freezing

And I'm wheezing

And I know

You were only teasing

I hit you

Then I beat you

Then I told you

That I love you

In my car

In a jar

In my car

In a jar

The air

Escaping from your pits

The hair

Escaping from my teeth

My hands

Are gripping

But they're slipping

And they're dripping

'Cause I'm tripping

I got busted

(Wasted)

Coming through customs

(I'm so wasted)

With a suitcase

(Wasted)

Full of tapes

(I'm so wasted)

It was special

Tape recording

And they grabbed me

While I was boarding

Yes, they grabbed me

Then they beat me

Then they told me

They don't like me

And I crashed

In my Nash

We can crash

In my Nash

We can crash

In my Nash

We can crash

In my Nash

We can crash

In my Nash

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