444

"444"


(We got a loudspeaker here,
When we go into battle we play music very loud...)
[Kind of... calms us down.]

There are no cars ever or ever coming,
No veneer here in
And I'll pull the world down with you,
They no come inside
Oh, and I'm going to nail your vision
Between your own eyes,
Between your own eyes.

The pleasure's in the in be-in between,
Pleasure's in the in be-in between,
Pleasure's in the in be-in between...

Numbers and coincidence
Entice me to kneel down.
Some men run in threes before 
They can yet seek alone.
Your wind mills fan your visions of
The stationary guards you own.

Pleasure's in the in be-in between,
The pleasure's in the in be-in between,
Pleasure's in the in be-in between...

(...I'm crazy, I mean like,
So many positive waves,
Maybe we can't lose, you're on!)

They in a day will allow my way
And I won't hurt you so.
They in a day will allow my way
And I won't hurt you so.
They in a day will allow my way
And I won't hurt you so.
They in a day will allow my way
And I won't hurt you so...

{You, knock it off with them negative waves!}
(Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here?
Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?)
[Crap!]