Do The Collapse - Guided By Voices

Girl from the sun

The color of red

She melted my gun

She melted my head

She’s got me talking to myself

I sit in restaurants and talk to myself

She’s the girl from the sun

And she sings like a parrot, I’m a very nice fellow

She’s right for me

And at the full-colored kingdom of trickery and chaos

I like her tremendously

And at the turncoat’s objections, it appeared without directions

I’ll fight for the free

And people who live in glass houses should get stoned

Like the girl from the sun and me