Chandra namaskara

歌詞

another sound sprung out on the icy mountain and there's blood everywhere and smoke and broken bones but i won't stop to help them, 'cause I'm drving to my favorite motel so I can watch CNN and Full House and MTV yeah, the world's just a big fucking baby factory You know the hooker in 301's screamin at the top of the lungs: "Won't you be my man won't you be my baby boy?" But you know that she is fakin' 'cause everybody's gotta make a livin' And then you just feel like shit, 'cause you know that you'll die alone how bizzare, as the skies gaping jaws swallow you whole And it's a long way from the master to the slave Yeah it's a long way from NYC to Santa Fe back where we belong you got luxury problems. Yeah and she stands screamin' at the top of the staircase Oh those chandeliers and vines I got daddy's membership card that gets me into all the mansion Every butler in the country knows me by name Because I hang out at the dinner parties and I try to talk to their daughters Because I want to marry rich, but they all treat me like shit. Between the cocaine and the sex, and your bank account full of daddy's checks "Excuse me, mister... but the river's is full of rotting babies The ocean's black with decaying flesh" Well what a thing to say at the table Oh yeah You ought to be ashamed of yourself Well Go on and chew your food Talk about sports, weather and stocks And all the things that keep you from putting a gun in your mouth. And it's a long way from the master to the slave It's a long way from New York City to Santa Fe Back where we belong You've got luxury problems