Gasoline
Gasoline needs no explanation, honey.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Gasoline, the condensations of generations of dinosaurs
and real dinosaurs, a perfume intoxication,
narcotic of a generation of generations.
Gasoline needs no explanation, honey.
Gasoline, gasoline.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Your room smells like gasoline.
I get high, high, high from the gasoline.
Go back in time, time, time from the gasoline.
Fossils under pressure for a long long time
Fossils of the mind leak fossil fuels of the mind into my dreams.
Gasoline, gasoline.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
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