Текст песни Sweet Spots

Well I stuffed my stuff into a sport sac and I took the Lake St. El
Well I got off Cicero and I snuck in through one of the loading docks

And I smiled as I sucked my gem I mean to take a room at the Brack's
Well I put things into the pockets of my parachute pants and I walked on up the street

Now Galewood makes me nervous but the corn syrup cloud's such a lure
So I'm staying off to the side at this end of the M&M Mars tourFiery Furnaces, The - Sweet Spots - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fiery-furnaces-the/sweet-spots-lyrics.html

Well I bought a bike but the chair broke right outside of Parky's
Well the wait was making my eyes wet and sticking french fries down my throat
But I had to press on cause sweeter stuff's on the other side of the moat

Well the cars were turning off Harlem so I had to stop and stare
And I had to gulp for air oh my heart was racing I made my escape
I's red hot to get lemonheaded and live with Alexander the Grape