Phair, Liz - Ride Lyrics
As I stumble into bed, I curse the devil in my head
And if I die before I wake, I hope the lord won't hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground
He need not heed the neighbors now
And throw me up for all to see, the flies of
I get a ride. Right by your side
Under your skin. I'm digging in
Well I don't know, but I've been told
The road to heaven is paved with gold
And if I die before I wake, I need a ride
From you
Well sticks and stones can break my bones
But when I want it autodrive, I get a ride
From you
I get a ride 98.5 Positive T-cell Regeneration
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Phair, Liz Ride Comments
Ride
As I stumble into bed,
I curse the devil in my head.
And if I die before I wake,
I hope the Lord won't hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground-
He may not heed the neighbors now-
And throw me up for all to see
The flies of August swarming me.
Get a ride,
Right by your side.
Under your skin,
I'm digging in.
I don't know what I've been told:
That the road to Heaven is paved with gold.
And if I die before I wake-
I need a ride.
I need a ride.
I need a ride,
From you.
I need a ride.
I need a ride.
I need a ride,
From you.
Sticks and stones can break my bones,
And boys can make me kick and moan.
But when I want an Autumn drive,
I get a ride.
I get a ride.
I get a ride,
From you.
I get a ride.
I get a ride.
I get a ride,
From you.
Now, now I lay you down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I die before I wake,
I hope the Lord won't hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground-
He may not heed the neighbors now-
And throw me up for all to see
The flies of August swarming me.
Get a ride,
98.5.
Positive T-cell,
Regeneration.
Regeneration.
Regeneration.
Positive T-cell,
Regeneration.
I miss her