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|Artist:||The Mr. T Experience||
|Track:||A Zillion Years|
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|Lyrics:||It'll take a zillion years|
that's a long time
we'll all be dead, past our prime
cost a zillion dollars to pay the debt
and a zillion other details
that haven't been thought
A zillion years. I won't be waiting
A zillion years, that's a long long
A zillion years. What are you waiting for?
A zillion years, that's a lot of
It'll take a zillion years
nothing ever changes, nothing
a zillion cups of coffee in a zillion shaking hands
a zillion alcoholics, a
zillion hardcore bands
You can take your quaaludes
you can drink your beers
won't feel better in a zillion years
a zillion cups of coffee
a zillion bags of drugs
zillion tubes of toothpaste still won't be enough.
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Downtown i walk for about a mile in squares. there were short and thick men behind bars.
are never clean, these men. And their dirtiness makes them objects of lust.
I think its religion
that makes that possible. Or s-- is simply dog eat dog,
And when we set our teeth into the
submissive we are aroused.
And when we have the opportunity to role on our backs, with
consciousness, willing, out of costume, well,
Who would throw that ticket away. I would not. I
sat in the cool shadows of these men,
And my brain is a pimple train, of secret running out of
the left side of my eye
The more comes out the better i feel but where does this stuff go? i
watch the governmentworkers eating.
I watch all the mexican people in their pretty dresses with
I think they think this is downtown in mexico. they think this is just a city.
don't they know what this is down here?
So i run threads through the secret community of them,
and i am one of them now and no longer on my knees.
There's somebody named ivan and i saw him at
a party he's the guy people said to stay away from.
He put an armful of crank into me and before
the needle was out i was on the floor.
It wasn't his fault really, he was just trying to be a
nice guy. everybody likes a big shot.
I had no clothes at all, no shoes. I like parading ,
i liked walking around the empty city after everyone was in their drugless beds. Every inch of
concrete was mine. I could
Sit on any step. and all angry clouds were made by me. i had been
kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th and john. they had
Sleeping on the roof out there. Those guys in their thirties who listened to jazz all the
time. The one was really nice. He argued with his room mate to let me stay. I had no
go. The other guy