Testo Hundreds & Thousands

The bluer the water, the closer to hell.
Sandy rock-bottom, seedy motel.
Gallant as you are,
paragon dive bar.
You couldn't love me unconditionally,
and I will just plummet into the east.

Fact over stories, and feeling in love. If she is lonely under the thumb of
kings of airwaves,
deprived and depraved,
fruit from the market,
demo tape cassette.
We'll reconnect in the haze of the bottom.

Suitable guest, you have crossed the line
of beautiful women and burgundy wine.
Madcap Manhattan will leave you behind
in good time.

Deviant officer following me.
Block to congruent block under the sea.
Genius incentive, self-scent submit if
I will destroy you,
or die in the war to
discerning liaison or seltzer well.

Suitable guest, you have crossed the line
of beautiful women and burgundy wine.
Madcap Manhattan will leave you behind
for a good time. good time.