Yellow Van Songtext
von Wild Pumpkins at Midnight

I can′t believe it
I try to sleep it off in my dreams
And lives with these half the shit
Rolling down a hill in hell
Borrowed a thousand bucks from God
Didn't pay the rent
For the two grams of stuff we got from Bill

Maybe we can get something happening
On the black market at the border
Stolen cars, hookers and drugs
Plutonium, Baccarat and us


Tripping in the back of the yellow van
Well the lighting engineer is on a dripping crowd
And the sound girl′s got bubonic plague
And the Slavic space was dripping
From something they was given
And the dead were watching us through Mariana's eyes
Tripping in the back of the yellow van

Well it's a life full speed melodrama
Only loading up on the karma
I just gotta do what we′ve been called to do
It′s the thrill of the adventure
The lack of sleep, loss of direction
The boredom and the petty traumas
And the big boo-hoo

So count me in now
And stop fucking around between the songs
We're here for a good time, not a long time
That′s right, come on

Tripping in the back of the yellow van