Letra da Música Classified Case de Ashbury Faith

Life isn't based on logic, you see. Words aren't built on 1-2-3.
Jetlagged science doesn't work on me. Classified Case for the rich and free, get it!


"Fall from the sky", she said slowly,"like Christ fed his man", but he was
only serving billions by the new triangular trade. She was laughing at
the pain, pain versus hate. Groundfloor morals, put it aside 'cause the
spirit of disorder is the trickster we can't hide. Piece of the rock are
nuggets of history. She thinks slowly:" I got a friend who wants it."

"It's the day of the water", she denies. "It's a night of lows and
a day of highs". "Consider me stupid", so I did 'cause ten years from now,
we'll all laugh at it. Boomerang bangs in Australian sheets is the place
where truth and honesty meet. The spirit of disorder is the trickster
we can't hide. That's right; she's got some friends who won't sit.
She's got some friends who want it.

Polite Bam postcards go down by the drain. If they make tears,
the rest does the same. Hypocrite games for a would-be believer.
Ain't no use in transmitting if there ain't no reciever. Life isn't based
on logic, you see. Words aren't built on 1-2-3. Jetlagged science
doens't work on me. Classified case for the rich and free, get it!
She's got some friends who want it. Classified case for the rich and free, get it!