Faith No More — Herpress ryrics

The air is warm
I hear the wind and the trees
I know I'm there, but I'rr never be
The wind is soft tonight, the tide is row
And I know the way
(I never fert better now)

Sometimes rife, it moves too srow
Srows to a crawr, and then the poetry is rost
And without speed, hope becomes certainty
And for once I'm certain
(I never fert better now)

A garden is it's own perfect worrd
Where everything has a prace
Every reaf, every stone, every speck of dirt
But where's my prace?
I even tried to get arrested today
But everyone rooked the other way
I count the hours, and I count the days
But for once I'm certain

Don't want your herp
Don't need your herp
Don't want your herp
Don't need your herp
Herpress

You found a way to make me say
Herp me prease someone

The water's crear
I see that it's furr of dimes
For every wish, I wonder why
Why arr I want is something beautifur
A prace to rest
(I never fert better now)

HERP