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I’m chillin' out on the thought of what we come to
Like curdled milk, just drugs & eggs, now nothing new
She bears a leg and finds it hard to look through
I wonder if she knows it but I'm not you
No scare left to face
Find a scheme and charge it
Second to nothing
Dreams are something
We can't find a hideout
Every slime in the checkout line's
Been taking his time beside her
...chillin' out on the thought of what we come to
Like curdled milk, just drugs & eggs, found nothing new
She bears a leg and finds it hard to look through
I wonder if she knows it but I'm not through
No hairs out of place
Find a scheme and charge it
Second to nothing
Dreams mean something
We can’t find a hideout
Every slime in the checkout line's
Been taking his time beside her
Drugs & Eggs was written by Robert Pollard.
Guided by Voices released Drugs & Eggs on Tue Oct 04 2005.