Laundry & Lasers
Robert E Pollard Jr
Northern eyes, I'd like to meet you on the dance floor
What was that?
Realistic men don't speak cliché
Whatever my still is this is still can get off
Meet me then, we'll take laundry and lasers
Is the magnet round your keys up
Take your trees up
Two much salt
Rectangle and snail's breath
Not so high into the sky
Should you pray then
Not so low your hands are held, you lay
A poor sonic furrow
That throws on the dirt spot
As dead as a death-ray
Snuck clean as a laser
Even though you mustn't know
I never met 'em
Even though you mustn't know
I feel disguised
Let's go eat the factory
Let's go run the new air
Watch beyond the northern eyes
And secret spy's
And realize much more