Lyrics Guided by Voices

Guided by Voices

Bite

I remember things

We weren't in the plan

Long ago when I was a young man

Never tried to hide

Never really saw the

House that holds

The hawk's head cold

Is mine yes

I drink myself into a drunken mess

Lose my luck, fail the test

They're are the things I wanna say to you

They're are things that I'd like to say to you