Greenface Songtext
von Guided by Voices

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