Turnstyle – Edible Red – letras

Man jumps down the aisleHe coulda sworn he saw Jesus Christjumping the turnstyleWaves a heavy holy hand and says, « You shoulda thought about it »Teen queen,a Seventeen Magazine, yeah she’s getting educated on the Next Big ThingBoy to her left pens a letter to a loverWrites in oblivionDON’T USE WORDS LIKE EUPHORIATHEY WILL ONLY CONFUSE ME WHEN YOU CHANGE YOUR MINDSuit staggers down the aisleHe says, »I feel like shit, haven’t slept in awhile »Flips a coin to the hand of the man madly grinning who says »Your work day ending? Well mine is just beginning » and as weUpdate, to the state, of unattainable fame,epiphany and painJesus has allegedly transferred to the C trainAnd our friends still writing…The turnstyles are spinning in my head, I’m grinningI may be converted yetThe messiah and some dude are hitting up buddahFor lose change and cigerettesCan rolls down the aisle, back and forth like the plagueFor a quarter of a mile’Tween the legs of the now napping mon in the suitHits a… five inch-red-leopard-platform boot and…BAM! kicks it to the floorSuit man says, »Damn baby, what you do that for? »Caught of guard the boy drops his pen, says « Oops »Picks it up againAnd I just rideI just rideMan jumps down the aisleHe could have sworn he saw Jesus Christ jumping the turnstyleWaves a heavy holy hand and says »You should have thought about it »