i can't stand around when my head's underground
i've got my feet on the wheel
oh let's make a real, real trip down the sea of grass
standing like a man grown
shaving his guilt away
a nineteen-year shadow
i'm all covered in filth
i'm all covered in filth
she walk on the roofs holding her lead boots now
he's just a sinner looking like a real, real trip
oh let's make a real, real trip down the sea of grass
standing like a man grown
shaving his guilt away
a nineteen-year shadow
i'm all covered in your filth
i'm all covered in your filth
and i'm evergladed
i'm feeling like a two time loser
i'm thinking that i just can't schmooze her
i'm feeling like a two time loser
i'm guessing that i just wanna lose ya
two hundred fifty thousand dogs are in my way
as she walks around me
oh, don't make a sound now
standing like a man grown
shaving his guilt away
a nineteen-year shadow
i'm all covered in your filth
i'm all covered in your filth