Papers - Ty Segall

When it speaks I am viewing

The lines of meat living here

I shall keep all I’m doing

And when it speaks I write the view

But my papers, they depend on tape

I stuck them to the wall

Yes, the papers depend on tape

So they do not fall, they do not fall

Let’s take your home made of plaster

And make it run like your hair

Hear the cries «I am lazy»

The notation writes «when you’re full»

But my papers, they depend on tape

I stuck them to the wall

Yes, the papers depend on tape

So they do not fall, they do not fall

There’s blood on my ride

Take me back there

Take me home