Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip Nirvana

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
And where do you put it, in the garbage can, my honest friend?
My shyness, pet her flow

She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my

Somebody else already used the word "aurora-borealis"
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer

She's only five weeks late
But I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever
Forever

Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my
On my, on my
Ah, on my head
We'd have so much more diversity and so much more input
So much more creative flow if we had someone in school, a GIT
GIT, geeks in town

Come on, Dave, think of one
Girls with trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck it, man
This is a waste of time

One more solo? Yeah
Yeah
You're personally responsible for
The entire strip to be washed away, cleansed
As if gallons of rubbing alcohol flowed through the strip and were set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom and his silk
And he, he erected a beautiful city
A city of stars