Me and Syd Barrett met for lunch on our bikes
We had some sunglasses but I lost them that night
I haven't a smoke, but I feel like he might
Me and Syd Barrett are the best of friends
I found those old rosies with the purple rims
My basket is full of candies and heroin
Well if I can't then I won't
But I'm stuck in here like forever
And if I don't hold on
Well you know nothing else makes me wanna cry
I'll go to yours, hey, and you come to mine
Ho hum beneath the flame in a bottle of rye
Ho hum
The gnome called it home
For years f*ckin long ago
Gold writing
But it's exciting
Didn't wanna go
I gotta go
It's personal
Criminal
Didn't wanna go
Didn't wanna go
Didn't wanna go
One two three four five six seven
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Buckhead Shaman - Vacuum Lyrics
Buckhead Shaman - Vacuum Lyrics
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Me and Syd Barrett met for lunch on our bikes
We had some sunglasses but I lost them that night
I haven't a smoke, but I feel like he might
Me and Syd Barrett are the best of friends
I found those old rosies with the purple rims
My basket is full of candies and heroin
Well if I can't then I won't
But I'm stuck in here like forever
And if I don't hold on
Well you know nothing else makes me wanna cry
I'll go to yours, hey, and you come to mine
Ho hum beneath the flame in a bottle of rye
Ho hum
The gnome called it home
For years f*ckin long ago
Gold writing
But it's exciting
Didn't wanna go
I gotta go
It's personal
Criminal
Didn't wanna go
Didn't wanna go
Didn't wanna go
One two three four five six seven
Eight
We had some sunglasses but I lost them that night
I haven't a smoke, but I feel like he might
Me and Syd Barrett are the best of friends
I found those old rosies with the purple rims
My basket is full of candies and heroin
Well if I can't then I won't
But I'm stuck in here like forever
And if I don't hold on
Well you know nothing else makes me wanna cry
I'll go to yours, hey, and you come to mine
Ho hum beneath the flame in a bottle of rye
Ho hum
The gnome called it home
For years f*ckin long ago
Gold writing
But it's exciting
Didn't wanna go
I gotta go
It's personal
Criminal
Didn't wanna go
Didn't wanna go
Didn't wanna go
One two three four five six seven
Eight
Writer: Tyler Hobbs
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