Testo In A Sleep

Better call your supersonic kind of men Better inhibit their fake of a plan Stroke me kind of funny the way they whine Come nameless kids and get hit by raking shining mind-beats That you've never missed Beaten in that particular useless way of speech And put me in a sleep And put me in a sleep Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true Policemen and jerks here's some meat to beat Some substandard fate laid at your feet How wonderful to be served with right and law And put me in a sleep And put me in a sleep Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true Better call your supersonic kind of men Better call the weeds tonight With their fake of a plan And put me in a sleep And put me in a sleep Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true