In a Sleep Lyrics

Better call your supersonic kind of men
Better inhibit their fake of a plan
Stroke me kind of funny the way they whine

Come nameless kids and get hit by raking shining mind-beats
That you've never missed
Beaten in that particular useless way of speech

And put me in a sleep
And put me in a sleep
Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train
Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain
Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true

Policemen and jerks here's some meat to beat
Some substandard fate laid at your feet
How wonderful to be served with right and law

And put me in a sleep
And put me in a sleep
Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train
Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain
Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true

Better call your supersonic kind of men
Better call the weeds tonight
With their fake of a plan

And put me in a sleep
And put me in a sleep
Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train
Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain
Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true