We need more and more of sex
Of pain
Of burning flesh
Of tears that fall like crystal caves
For the asses frozen in cold, cold graves
So do it for God
Do it for you
Do it for me
Do it for gasoline
This 3518
[Sing one song in your dreams]
Outside Panama is cold
A white light
A white heat
A white gold
Their life cannot exist in pictures
So do it for God
Do it for you
Do it for me
Do it for gasoline
[Six years in the back of my head
And you say equivilance is lost behind green doors
Behind closed minds but your running, running
Running somewhere
Maybe nowhere
Maybe Nebraska
Where everything
Everything is col]
