Polka

Brother hold your head this way
And bustle to the front of the line
Coz if they catch your eyes before you get inside,
Well you'll never be allowed

People got a name for us
Coz we escape the strain of the days
Oh we stretch in the side and bend in the middle,
But we never ever break
But if you feel that way now
Or if you ever feel so inclined
Skip past the doors of boring forty-somethings and rise

Oh and if you wanna lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath

Come and have a drink with us
little wine or a nice champagne
Oh thanks sounds nice and I will decline
But at night things seem to change

People got a name for us
Coz we escape the strain of the days
Coz we stretch in the sides and bend in them eyes but we never ever change

And if you feel that way now
Or if you ever feel so inclined
Well kick in the shins of all the [bad word] whingers and rise

Yeh and if you wanna lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath
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Sid was at the gates of dawn
And Jimmy said ride the snake
So we bent our spoons and howled at the moon to find what science replaced
And it turns out it aint that much
Though I may have missed in in the haze
Oh it drips in your mind
And fills up your eyes
And you'll never be the same

But if you're ever coming down
Or if you ever take too much
Remember that's much better than never ever getting enough

Oh so if you wanna lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly screams with rushing neon death alright

All your spirits gone, and you are barley alive.
You hand me a smoke, though it’s like you hardly notice
And it’s sad I suppose
When I look into your eyes you say
It seems to go this way, no matter what’s at stake,
Oh it seems to go this way with everything I start

Oh so if you feel that way now
Or if you ever feel so inclined
Skip past the doors of boring forty-somethings and rise
But if you want to lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with rushing neon death