Lucky Thirteen by Smashing Pumpkins
Artist: Smashing Pumpkins
Album: Machina II: The Friends and Enemies of Modern Music
Smashing Pumpkins Machina II: The Friends and Enemies of Modern Music Lucky Thirteen
it's in blood
i suppose
breaking jars
i'm no good
as the prodigal son
and i know that you're mesmerized
you had a vision, made these laws
and sanitized, are we above desires
i miss him so
you are so fucked
it has begun
revolution crawls
all over you
i was listening
you light up the sky
and scrape out your skull
your lovely face
will never be claimed thrice
and we're so unlikely to
upon my wrists i bear the cross
my losses mount as i climb across the home
of my own soul
i'll claim my prize
i don't exist
i am divine
a ghost with eyes
[billy: yeah, vietnam.]
[james: you headin' to vietnam?]
[unknown: yes, i need to be at the co-op.]
[unknown: thanks dude.]
[jimmy: i'm jungle-drummed out, man.]