Night Of The Star Child's Funk Lyrics

the neighborhood, is battered from the day.
my resting place securely locked, where I can stay awake
why yesterday, the kids were taken home on the 15, yeah.
their mother's couldn't be there,
'cause they're stuck in traffic,
late to the meetings.

whoa-oh, can't you feel it in your bones?
oh, don't you feel the same?
i'm just that loner that can't seem to place
the dreams and visions,
yet all day in my head, i hear them.
just so out of time, whoa-oh.

so i, i asked brady how a garden grows
with 15 hundred retexts
levied in the bottom of a gun, whoa no.
she doesn't seem to mind it.
(she doesn't seem to mind it.)

is my salvation and doom in a secret, warm bullet, too?

thats when rabbits were shoes and not our dangers.
come into tune with the fortune and fame.
into a mine scrapped deep of golds and
we'll drown the ruin in a sea of the sane.
and i've been trudging in the same two shoes,
and bet your pretty baby, told me what to do.
and i'm, looking to shore, just at the moon.
comfortably my left did, my right one, too.

oh-oh, can't you feel it in your bones?
oh, don't you feel the same?
i'm just that loner that can't seem to place
those dreams and visions,
yet all day in my head, i hear them.
just so out of time, and whoa-oh.