Algeria Touchshriek

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have
inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that

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Now there far from me there's an old holler tree Where you lay down a dollar or two You go round the bend and you come back again With a jug of that

Well I can hear that rooster crowin' down the road I felt my eyes open up real slow and looked around Makin' sure I hadn't checked out Cause there was an angel lying

[Hook] I know they don't, give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV, or these streets My attitude, is leave me the fuck alone I know

I know you can't alway be here with me You can't find what all you need is just one man You're hardly ever free and seldom lonely What I'm tryin' to say is

Время убегает быстро от меня Стрелки изменяют мир вокруг себя Подожди меня Где-то будем вместе я и ты Лето бережёт тепло моей мечты Останусь там-там Где ты веришь Что я могу сказать то слово Где ты любишь И упаду