[00:00.300]Back in the summer of '91
[00:03.880]An angel with a lizard's tongue
[00:08.180]Was scheming for a holy broken nose
[00:14.550]Linked to every class of men
[00:18.860]Sprung out from the sparkling sins
[00:23.120]Leaning on the cold electric stove
[00:28.310]On a country road I swerved to the side
[00:33.490]Trying to avoid a country bumpkin
[00:40.280]Everyone's in line to meet with the man
[00:45.560]Who blatantly inspired his generation
[00:52.350]When they shake his hand and their fingers explode
[00:58.280]Breaking both our necks by the tips of our toes
[01:04.190]Then they turn to me 'cause you died I suppose
[01:10.270]But I can't seem to glance fast enough to be sure
[01:16.420]Back to summer days,cold hands on the beach
[01:21.950]Memories of thrills designed to please you
[01:28.580]Down the fragrant path I strayed towards the bath
[01:34.140]Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you
[01:40.500]Down on bended knee ,where I've been for a while
[01:46.500]Set the record straight in the old fashioned style
[01:53.010]Never took too much though I should have made more
[01:58.580]You are still my friend ,though you were not before
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