Sub Pop 200

I come running to the shelter of the hangin' tree Down by where the creek runs dry How many boys have hung above me Leaving how many girls alone to cry Alone, alone, alone to cry This cruel wind brings in one last storm I need the shelter of the hang

(spoken:i wish I knew how to dance, Just leave it kim) I'm not stoned but I wanted to tell ya When I'm in the mood, I could think of playing there Going to seattle where the rock's so heavy With all them sex dogs in my chevy At the extacy party, ever