Pix Clip All Alone

Snatch a piece of my pondering Distant far like yonder in Skin of my tute like Skin of my boot like Fly in soup like Where's the waitress Can't take this Can't face this These airs and all these graces It's my mistake I make it Straight up to the boom I bake it Bounce wiggle, bounce wiggle Shaking all the pains out Chemical cut throats Bound to blow the brains outs Hurts to the pain This ain't no game I feel no shame I birth this pain I twist the cain I twist again I push the plain It's plain as day Known to what the sayer say Known to what these doers do It's you and who and you know where We about to take it there We about to make it clear We happy on we lonesome The lone heart The beat drum The start the finish Ten spoon of spinach The soul and spillage The cup that runneth over Return of the oga