In Place of Real Insight
Album - 28 aprile 1997 - Debaser id 57319

It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.
It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.

It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.
It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.

I'll still love you in 1999.
I'll still love you in 1999.
I'll still love you in 1999.
I'll still love you in 1999.

Hold it.
Now we're downtown at the show
and we've got no place to go.
Won't you read to me
when we get home?

Hold it.
Now you're at my bedside.
Think back: Alcohol and thalidomide and the shakes.
What do you want me to say?

Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that I've got to change.
change...

Hold it.
How the hell did I get so thin?
How did I get this shape i'm in
when i eat and fight and i still feel small.
Stop because i can't say
what's good for us all the time anyway.
And when you work in the dark all day there's no time,
but with this pill it goes away.

Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that I've got to change.
change...

She likes my amplifier loud.
What goes in must come out.
Turn it up. Turn it up. You can hear it downtown
on the bus, on the radio.

So relaxed she's in slow motion.
So at home. No transportation.
Say 'hello'. How does she do?
How does she do?

She likes my amplifier loud.
What goes in must be ground.
Turn it up. Turn it up. You can it hear it downtown
on the bus, on the bus, on the radio.

Been alone cross the nation.
All this time we got one station.
I don't know. What did we do?
What could we do?