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the stepgods - narcotic space itch / battle of vermouth / soft lyrics

someone told me to take the wheel
but they took away my right to fly
someone stripped all the bodies bare
so they blame it all on mother’s son

i’ve got a feeling that it might be good for you

something tells me to hit the road
since they found a way to track me down
someone told me they need to grow
so i drown myself, i drown it all

i’ve got a feeling that it might be good for you
i’ve got a feeling that it might be good for you

there’s an angel in the chamber
there’s an angel in the chamber
but you realize that i can’t come back to you

so you turn it on and you
you turn it off there
you turn it on and you
you turn it off there
now i guess you’ve won the war

there’s an angel in the chamber
and she’s calling out my name
but you realize that i can’t come back to you
you turn it on and you
you turn it off there
now i guess you’ve won the war

there’s an angel in the chamber
she’s calling out your name
i realize that you won’t come back to me

you turn it on and you
you turn it off there
so now i guess we’ve lost the the war
so now i guess you’ve won the war

this is the dark side of the american dream
this is the dark side of the american dream
can you smell the sh+t
can you taste it

are you ever gonna show me how soft it really is
are you ever gonna show me how soft it really is
are you ever gonna show me how soft it really is
are you ever gonna show me how soft it really is

are you home alone
let me taste your fingers
picture it from this side
are you ever gonna show me how soft it really is
are you ever gonna show me how soft it really is

this is ernest hemingway. this column was written in the fall and early winter of 1937, while we were expecting an offensive
there were three major offensive projects for the army of the center that year
one of them was brunetti. it had been fought, had started brilliantly, and ended in a very bl++dy and undecisive battle, and we were waiting for the first of the other two
they never came, but while we waited, i wrote the play. each day we were sh+lled by the guns beyond leganés and behind the foes of garapitas hill
and while i was writing the play, the hotel florida, where we lived and worked, was struck by more than 30 high+explosive sh+lls. so if it is not a good play, perhaps that is what is the matter with it

- the stepgods lyrics

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