Ten to Butter Blood Voodoo
JOHN FRUSCIANTE
Exclaimations feel
Before you set to conceal
She loves the man you told
Did you sing me and fly in coach
Hey sister its unreal
The way I take it to the sky my row been
Could you show them the ten
To hear about heavens sins
Your highs taken to the sky
Yellow and zebras
Voice 1: Fly
Voice 2: Fall
Your skys taken to the flies
And next is found west
Feeling the best
Hey-la
Hey-la
Hey-la