Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip Lyrics

Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thingthat you're only supposed
to use once and then discard.Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest
friend.My shyness, pet her flow.
She's only been five months late,even though we haven't had sex for a week.
A mil a day, a mil, I say. (meal)And my heart's made my....
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis.She was tied up in chains,
and Sam had helped her in the freezer.
She's only five weeks late,and I haven't had a date forever..
.ever...ever...forever!
Wish I had more...more opportunity,more chances to remember some thingsso I
couldn't have so much pressure on my...on my...on my, um...ah, on
my...um...um...head.
We'd have so much more diversity,and so much more input, so much more creative
flow,if we had someone in school, a (GIT)...
GIT...geeks...in...town.Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...(Dave: inaudible)It
should be GIC, geeks with CharvelsNo, GWC
f**k, man, this is a waste of time!(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh!
Yeaaaahhhhh!
(solo)
You're personally responsible for...the entire strip...to be washed
away....cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcoholflowed through the
strip and were set on fire .
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,and his...silk...and he...he
erected a beautiful city...a city of stars.