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Refrigerator CarYour heart is a refrigerator car It's cold and it never waits Frozen breath and frostbite Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight Perishables and bloodless meat You rolling snowball soul of sleet You never wait.... You roll across desert And clack across the sand Though snakes may fry outside Flowers crumble petrified in your hand Your heart's a paid-off porter You lied to spare your soul With one are you bow your brains out With the other you dig the hole You never loved your frozen freight...... Grey ice in your hinges Sliding doors shut frozen locked Airtight every tiny hole With hard white putty blocked You never loved your frozen freight.....
Rosetta StoneBeen a whole lot easier since the bitch left town Been a whole lot happier without her face around Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout, Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong. Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong What'cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock 'n' roll songs? Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs Would it be so bad to simply turn around You cook so well, all nice and French You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong... I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off I take that back I hope your doing fine And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong.... Rosetta Stone Take the lowest common denominator, The tiniest grain of sand. Like the first digit of our fingers Points back to the whole hand. Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle The catalyst or the detonator The place where it all again The bottom floor of the elevator, The grandfather of the middleman. Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle Waxing givers Slip between the sheets of minds. Rosetta stone Like the skeleton Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle