Motion Sickness Ghosts
Robert Pollard
It's all wrinkled up
It's all wrinkled up
Ay, ay
Motion sickness ghosts
Try to get away
But already late
Ay, ay
I chose you to stay here
Don't settle for what they made you
Would chrome lay waste?
They drive
They run
And do they have horns?
Trade occupation when old
Keep driving, we should be there now
Crazy eyeless, run to meet you now
Crazy eyeless, run to meet you
It's all wrinkled up
It's all wrinkled up
Ay, ay
Motion sickness ghosts
Motion sickness ghosts
Ay, ay
Why'd I let you out?
Why'd I let you go?
Why'd I let you out?
Why'd I let you get me
All wrinkled up?