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 Click the title if you feel like seeing the goddamn, crumby lyrics:
Into the Sun
All words and music written by Robert Oras, except (*) written by Brian Oras and Robert Oras. Songs are from the Kozmo 3 - Sleep Tight, Ya Goddamn Morons!! album. Copyright © 2007 Kozmo 3, Kozmo The Wonderdawg Records, and the Oras Bros. All rights reserved. (R.Oras) flower petals scatter on cracked asphalt thoughts are disappearing in time's cruel fault clouds are suspended in cotton candy clichés darkening the distance an ominous parade and when you realize we are all one the earth is God's playground into the sun we are all one into the sun into the sun into the sun i don't know where we're going or why we're even here perverted sentiments growing by emotions, unclear no time for pointing fingers what's it really prove? a crime against me is a crime against you and when you realize we are all one the earth is God's playground into the sun we are all one into the sun into the sun into the sun jesus, buddha, mohammed (oh-oh ) rabbi, priest, and shaman (oh-oh) brahmin, cleric, sadhu (nah nana nana no) me and you (ohhh) and when you realize we are all one the cosmos a playground into the sun we are all one into the sun into the sun into the sun into the sun (R. Oras) mint always keep it real tell the world just how feel inside and in time they will come to know you for the beauty that you are mint i've got you under my skin there's something deep within my mind and through time i have come to know you and the beauty that you are (interlude) mint there's something in the air and the flowers in your hair are gold you've got a hold on me, and i can't help loving you and the beauty that you are mint the madness in my brain the lunacy and pain it's odd what's it mean? is it wrong to love you though your only seventeen? (solo) mint always keep it real tell the world just how feel inside and in time they will come to love you for the beauty that you are mint this lunacy in my brain it's driving me insane dear god what's it mean? is it wrong to love you though your only seventeen? is it wrong to love you though your only seventeen? is it wrong to love you though your only seventeen? (R. Oras) i'm so miserable without you it's almost like i have you back deep down my soul is screaming so loud my mouth is bleeding half awake, dream or reality i can never tell the difference i'm so miserable without you it's almost like i have you back sweet infinity through denizen of corduroy-clad people masquerading as artists in the east village i walked in your periphery as the center of my world denied me all meaning recedes i'm so miserable without you it's almost like i have you back sweet infinity i want to know the way to get rid of all this pain if all words were to rhyme would every poet be a mime grey skies aren't that bad when they're all that you have (R. Oras) let me tell yuh how it's going to be you're going to meet me secretly i don't care if your just sixteen that's okay, by me midriff mistress covering me with kisses from my head down to the base of torso midriff mistress i could never tell the misses cause if i did you's surely have to go every time that we're going to meet we'll get high on exctasy i don't care if you're just sixteen that's OK, by me midriff mistress covering me with kisses from my head down to the base of torso midriff mistress i could never tell the misses cause if i did you's surely have to go (R.Oras) my daddy said don't do it, son, you're going to regret it i said shut the fuck up, pop, you just don't get it mama always said they're plenty fish in the sea i'm never happy unless they're swimming with me that's just the way the story goes how it ends, i sure know it's getting close i can feel it in my bones i never asked for all that much and sure never got it every time i earned a little she stole my wallet respect is supposed to be a two way street well she'd got a car and get my feet that's just the way the story goes how it ends, oh, i sure know it's getting close i can feel it in my bones (R. Oras) i used to walk the dog at night and get really stoned underneath a canopy of lush suburban foilage in the sapphire night the sky was undressed for me her dark beauty revealed her dark beauty revealed walking through the back streets like a stranger alone the streetlights are so welcoming when you're stoned my tongue was talking riddles of reality and reason marvelling in the metaphysics the metaphysics of words walking down the main street or new dimension, i don't know cognitively soaring like a kite the headlights seemed to wink at me as i floated on through the night the young girls in those tin machines ignored me as i passed by (R. Oras) i used to take one to get high now i take two, to get by soon it'll be i'll need to take three i'm only happy when i'm high on pills i'm only happy when i'm high on pills i'm only happy when i'm high on pills (R. Oras) sitting here on khao san rd with a beat up six from the second-hand store thought of you are running through my head and the picture i took down new zealand i don't belong in patpong though it certainly is a site to see nana plaza don't mean nothing cause i know your home waiting for me i knew it's just a matter of time to get you off my back and into my mind lying down in the filthy room questioning why i even parted with you that's just the way the story goes when you only think in terms of rock and roll i don't belong in patpong though it certainly is a site to see nana plaza don't mean nothing cause i know your home waiting for me i knew it's just a matter of time to get you off my back and into my mind (R. Oras) i met the girl down in thailand she was the prettiest thing that i ever did see well the moon was smiling on old siam where the girls, smile at me then she said that she loved me and i didn't know what i should do so i took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes and said i think i could love you too watching the johns in nana plaze looking to get their rocks off exploiting some little teenager half the age of his daughter well the moon still smiles in old siam and the whores, they smiles at me so we introduced ourselves to about ten of those girls...and took them for a cup of tea (R. Oras) so you came all the way here fat pouting face is sucking down a beer your ass is so fat and there's nowhere to sit (nowhere to sit) you think you're all that but to me you ain't shit you're a WAG and i wish that you never came here you scowl as you walk cause nothing's good enough for you you weigh about 220 and stand only 5'2" (only five-two) the musclature in your face, man, it seems so displaced i wish that you didn't have to come to this place you're a WAG and i wish that you never came here i'm certain you make some good guy real miserable with your high maintenace ego think you're infallible shoulders like provolone and thighs like greek columns you could even blow me, not for a million dollars you're a WAG wag, wag, wag, wag, wag..... (R. Oras) i used to take one to get high now i take two, to get by soon it'll be i'll need to take three i'm only happy when i'm high on pills i'm only happy when i'm high on pills i'm only happy when i'm high on pills (2 times) (B. 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