Gary Myrick - Gary Myrick lyrics

You seem, you seem primitive Thank you for the compliment I like many things now For the moment I say this I need guitar, talk, love and drums I need guitar, talk, love and drums Hang out with the laundry Scrub your faces clean Noisy liberation, temptation And the chorus sings We need guitar, talk, love and drums And my sisters and brothers sing Guitar, talk, love and drums You drive, you drive me lazy (You drive me lazy like I'm a telephone not home to bake) I'm tired and I fall asleep (The bread so clean on easy) (Silk feet, up, down, s** on) Mister, Mister Philosophy (Wide-screen TV while a Popsicle man slides on stilts) Don't give me what I can't keep (Screaming easily against the beat, can't stand the heat) We need guitar, talk, love and drums We need guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums I think I can, yes, I can I think I can, yes, I can Therefore it's true Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums Guitar, talk, love and drums