The Russian Futurists - 100 Shopping Days 'Til Christmas Lyrics
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I was lying in bed with her thinking about youWith fingers crossed but I really doubt you Were thinking of us when we were lovers But I dug deep that's when I discovered We sparked up quick and extinguished soon I promised you the moon Start up in May, end in June I promised you the moon Float up like helium balloons I promised you the moon White whales and silver harpoons I promised you the moon You're like that baby they found walled up A twisted grill and fists all balled up 100 shopping days 'til Christmas And you're the one thing on my wish list I can't divide time by divided lines On highways and I can't divide time by just getting high On Fridays You can't divide days and just wait While I change my ways You can't divide years by your tears And turning sideways I'm the type to call but never send gifts An endless sentimental spendthrift 100 shopping days 'til Christmas And you're the one thing on my wish list I'm away so much and I'm sorry I feel so alone Stomping Tom without the stories And I'm missing home Light shows, tight bros and no sleeping I could use some rest But folly's melancholy And that state is the best I was lying in bed with you thinking about her And trying to sleep off god awful powders And pills and swills and anything offered With empty souls and more empty coffers Does anyone know what the ***** we're chasing? What we remember's what we're erasing Eighteen pages, rants and rages and Happy songs for sad teenagers A ghostly Halloween's what we're facing I'm October nights Four track cassettes, cigarettes entranced By blinking lights Kip Kinkel, torn and ripped wrinkles Somewhere in between Bull's slain, the crowd still remains What a gory scene These songs, I hope that they find you And fall on deaf ears Don't be sure, don't be so shy Why are you a'feared? Buck up, it's tough luck for us We're on our own now Fall's calling, leaves are falling Start the countdown I'm in some weird bar Drinking weird drinks My clothes are rank And even my beard stinks 100 shopping days 'til Christmas And you're the one thing on my wish list We sparked up quick and extinguished soon I promised you the moon Start up in May, end in June I promised you the moon Float up like helium balloons I promised you the moon White whales and silver harpoons I promised you the moon
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