Third Eye Landslide Lyrics

(D. Wyndorf)
Come on, baby, skin the top with me
I'll tell you stories 'bout victory
I used to be a dreamer just like you
And then my pocket told me what to do
Things are looking good from where I sit
In the United States of Who Gives a Shit
I suck in love from wherever I can
Cashing Satan's checks with my dick in my hand
I'm talking 'bout a free ride I'm talking 'bout a landslide
You want it only third eye, baby
I'm talking 'bout a landslide
Yeah, talking 'bout a free ride
I'm waiting for a landslide
You want it only third eye, baby
I'm talking 'bout a landslide
Now I'm living on top of it
Sweet little slice, I'll give you what you need
Just give your card and your soul to me

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