Phish - Stash [Live] Lyrics
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Stash [Live]
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What Are The Lyrics For Stash [Live] By Phish?
I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The sloping companion I cast down the ash Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew Police in a corner, gunnin' for you Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat Laugh when they shoot you, say "Please don't do that" Control for smilers can't be bought The solar garlic starts to rot Was it for this my life I sought? Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not) The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) |
Who Wrote Stash [Live] By Phish?
Ernest Anastasio, Tom Marshall
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What's The Duration Of The Stash [Live] By Phish?The duration of Stash [Live] is 10:38 minutes and seconds. |
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