Magic Dirt - X-Ray Lyrics
Take her to the room, Find out what'swrong,But there's nothing wrong with her.It's the reel, of only one venture,Taking me back to a stainless closure,Pull apart the little girl strapped onthatX-ray,Pull apart the little churl, so she can'tGet away,Epic trouble, In slumberland,Forgot,The Dreams that I had,Because,Of the trouble in my hand,Septic colons spur the lift of the man.We write, with a doubt in our hand.Take her to the room, find out what'sWrong,There's nothing wrong withHer,Filthy sand is all I had, Withdreams of trouble, All I hadWasOne Woman.