Hey, do you know if we got any papers?
I'm good for hours
It tastes like chocolate
And smells like capers
When it burns
And where did we learn now
To have such a relish
For alcoholics
And bars so hellish
We're just like flowers
We just grow
In
Haiti, you know, if we got any papers I'm good for hours,
I'm feeling so grateful
For
Zia
Finn -Baker
Help me out, like a killer on the streets
Ah, sleep is coming after me
Ah, take the wheel I have no fight
Ah, let me touch the veil of sleep
Ah, this is a good state and I is
to hate it, so long and so boring, but now it's the greatest,
given a sorghum, and fish
bait, deep in the blizzard, somebody ate it,
let's get some more gum, hearing the latest,
Radio lizards of whoring
In
Haiti you know if we got any papers
I'm good for hours,
I'm feeling so stateless
Feeling so weightless
Ignore me
Like a killer on the streets
Sleep is coming after me
Like the ghost you never meet
Sleep is haunting after me
The other side is way too bright
Let me touch the veil of sleep
you