Текст песни Interlude - Harry Dean Lewis

When you try to switch the battery back on
Room with a trap door
Odds get stacked up chips seem less tall
Face to face exacerbate
Eyes that sing "anticipate"
Fingers wait cold to touch
Hold the torch as best you may
It's coming up roses
In all the right places
Take the time to smell 'em
Take the right lane and roll your venom
Evasive heart on a heavy rhythm
Make me laugh meditative qualms roll out 7's
Heavyweight cries over everything tied
Seldom our winner
(winner winner, i wear denim)