Pitchfork - Placebo lyrics

One ton over the rail Wonton freeway bail 16 ribs a furry s**ing sun by the side of the road toothless lady in no hurry she's cheating d**h by driving slow. Tire irons from jesus, only he would cheapen us, only he would give a damn what your problems were. Babies in the garbage can make your average cretin an honest man. Where were you when they handed out the hearts? High five Long drive Nose dive You sense uptight Yeah, it's funny because you don't feel a thing, when every pin is dropping down and every cog is grinding round. Laughing joking drinking smoking Maybe you ain't much more than a scenery... tho' that isn't how you've pegged yourself. Similar thoughts have been thought before. The padding doesn't seem to help.