Porpoise And The Hand Grenade
Pavement
Spit On A Stranger (1999)

Harness you hopes on just one person
because you know a harness was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes you'll end up with
mollasses
Cauterize with syrup in syrup and mollasses

And I'm checking out the asses the assets that attract us to
anything that moves we're deep inside the grooves
And it's time to shake your ashes 'cos someones gonna cash
it we're plot it turns again the reference starts at ten

Show me a word that rhymes with Pavement and I will kill your
parents and roast them on a spit


An' a dontcha try to etch it or permanently sketch it or
you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold
And the freaks have stolen the White House
I moved into a lighthouse its on a scenic quay its oh so far
away
Far away from the beginnin' the shroud is made of linen the
yearling took your purse
The goth kid has a hearse
Heart breakin' earth quakin Kiwis they are home bakin'
minds wide open true

Leisure a leisure suit is nothing its nothing to be proud of in
this late century and I'm asking you to hold me just like a
morning paper pinched between your pointer your index and your
thumb
Its a semi-automatic believers are ecstatic you see the way they
cling the cold metallic sting