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August 19, 2005
A Trip
He looks into the machinery
Puffing on that cold cigarette
Feel his life slipping through my hands
There must be more to life than this
I think I need some EST, trip to the moon
I think I need some EST, trip to the moon
Trip to the moon
Four three two one
Sucking on that cold cigarette
I looked into the machinery
My eyes area all grey inside like some blown fuses
Take my hand
Take my life
Take my home
And take my wife
I think I need some EST or a trip to the moon
Feel my life running away
Feel my life slipping through your hands
Four three two one
—selected lyrics from “E.S.T. (Trip to the Moon),” Acid Bath, Alien Sex Fiend (Wade/Wade/Freshwater/James), 1984
Posted by peligrito at August 19, 2005 9:32 AM
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