10.23.02 - 5:15 pm
baby, we were born to run.
thanks for playing, kids.
i'll leave you with this:
Will all the ladies in the house say "hell yeah"
I'm haulin' ass on a midnight train,
I got an empty Zippo blues,
I got the mystery on my brain
She's a high-wire dame
She's a rainy cafe
I dip my hat into the milky way
She hid a raisin in my pocket
But by the time I found it,
I didn't want it anyway
Oh, you're looking at me like I was the him you ain't
And he's somethin' like me
when I was your vision of me bein' him yesterday
It's a high lonely-highway,
boots-on-backwards,
Remembering-chicks kind of day
Oh, she hid a piece of pie in my backpack
And now my Ginsberg smells like meringue.
Ooh, she's got german radar
-- Say no to bombs and politicians --
Lasers!
.end transmission.
