Whatever that something should be
Took most everything I had to give
And occasional pieces of me
And occasional pieces of me
Songwriter: Curt Kirkwood
Hours and hours of televised wind
I still got the hole where my heart was
Whatever that something should be
And I still got the hole where my heart was
There's palm trees and milky machine guns
Hours and hours of televised time
And occasional pieces of me
And occasional pieces of me
And occasional pieces of me
Hours and hours of televised wind
Once I was something but I can't remember
Mostly I'm scattered with castaway matter
And the rest of my body was once kidnapped by aliens
Hours and hours of televised time
And the head where my mind used to live
Once I was something but I can't remember
And the head where my mind used to live
And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea
There's palm trees and milky machine guns
Whatever that something should be
Once I was something but I can't remember
Once I was something but I can't remember
The usual stuff that you see
The rest of my body was once kidnapped by aliens
Publisher: ABRAHAM NIXON MUSIC
Whatever that something should
Who took most everything I had to give
Hours and hours of televised wind
And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea