Guided By Voices - Green Face
Everyone’s standing in line
Smell of it making me sick
A pshicical seismic ? ? ?
And the walls are like paper and ice
Speak to me revolution boy
Come out to me daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the things it brings
And tell me the lesson we ? ? ?
And lead me to the oxygen tank
And who will be the speaker of the day
And can I exchange my surprise
Speak to me revolution boy
Come out to me daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the things it brings