The Cost of Everything and the Value of Nothing - Acrassicauda

Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender

A phonebook full of accidents A girl to drive your car A suit to wear on mondays And a coat a magazine A heavy rain a holiday A painting of the wall A knife a fork and memories A light to see it all You didn't leave me anything That i can understand Hey i never meant that stuff I want to turn you round Dominoes a pack of cards A picture of the queen A dress to wear on sundays And a handle for the door A letter that i sent for you A note you left for me A wave a pack of cigarettes A pocket full of beads You didn't leave me anything That i can understand Hey i never meant that stuff I want to turn you on You didn't leave me anything That i can understand Hey i never meant that stuff I want to turn you round You didn't leave me anything That i can understand Hey i never meant that stuff I want to turn you on The sound of people getting drunk A ceiling and a sky A bank that's full of promises A telephone that lies A visit from your doctor He crawls in through the door A mirror you can look in So that you know where you are You didn't leave me anything That i can understand Hey i never meant that stuff I want to turn you round You didn't leave me anything That i can understand Now i'm left with all of this A room full of your trash

We're all smoking in California We're all smoking in California I met her on a set of a movie Her name was Erika Heavenly swear that she was meant for me I love watching the sun make love Onto her pretty skin Exhale love then breathe me on in Don't believe what they told ya We're all smoking in California You're just so beautiful