Lletres: The Quelle Source. That's What Bees Said.

I was standing on the corner
thinking I?d had too much to drink
swaying
waiting for you to come and
pick me up and take me back to my place
so I can wash my face
and shower
and kick on my new heater
in the mirror say, ?You can do this, man,?
put my arms ?round your waist
but you?re just telling me to stop
But I can?t
stop

I can see two Indians
standing on my hillside
smoking
watching me tying my shoes
and mowing my lawn outside of
my big house with my big heater
Just ?cause there?s a fire doesn?t mean the firemen are on their way
and now I?ve got eight arrows in my back
And I wish she?d just

Stop
stop
stop
but I can?t stop

I was hiding out in my garage
waiting for the moon to fall
so I could put it in my copybook
with my transcripts, manuscripts, documents and dialectics
Centuries-old tributaries
You look OK in that dress
Did it work out alright for you
?cause it didn?t work out so hot for me

Stop
stop
stop
but I can?t stop

Well I got myself a nice little red one-seat bicycle
I can ride around through charred remains
of everything I?ve ever known
and everyone I?ve ever loved
even ?til their dying day
were pulling on my shirt sleeves
screaming they can?t stop
well, me neither

I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop

I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t stop
I can?t