Album: With The Lights Out Boxed Set

Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing that you're only supposed to use once
And then discard
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend, my shyness
Pet her flow
She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say and my heart's made my...
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only five weeks late
And I haven't had a date forever, ever, ever, forever...
Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember some things so I wouldn't have so much pressure on my...um, on my...um...um...ah, um...on my head
We'd have so much more diversity
So much more input
So much more creative flow if we had someone in school, a GIT
GIT
Geeks...in...town
Come on, Dave, think of one
(Girls in trouble)
It should be GIC
Geeks with charvels, no GWC
Fuck, man, this is a waste of time
One more solo?
Yeah! Yeah!
You're personally responsible for the entire strip to be washed away, cleansed
As if gallons of um, rubbing alcohol flowed through the strip
And it was set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair it made it straight and Perry Ellis came along with his broom and his silk
And he, he erected a beautiful city
A city of stars