Phish Lyrics Game

CARINI

'Out in the Rose Garden, time for a speech
Make up your face so it looks like a peach'

 

Ohhh that was tricky but it is "Dear Mrs. Reagan"


I will not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you
Smile at you, trust in me, He'd like to brush you off, and I'd agree

 

Silent in the Morning


woman walks the streets like she's queen of the town,
doesn't talk very much, she's very profound

 

suzzzzzzzy suzzzzzzzzzzzzy suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzy suzy greenberg


how bout this hoppin tune
whoa shocks my brain

 

meatstick

But the wind was blowing harder/And her skirt began to bellow/Until finally her feet began to lift

 

esther!
you don't get a refund

 

We've got saxophones, 'cause we got a band,

we got saxophones in the band.

 

Simple!

Time to put your money where your mouth is
put it a field and let em fight it out

 

Ac/Dc bag


im leaving you a message, im leaving you a trace, im leaving thoughts for you, i hope that time will not erase

 

Walls of the Cave

Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide

 

The Mango Song

Stay out of my way
Or you'll end up a cripple
I'll take this piece of paper
And slice your nipple

 

woohoohoohoo FEE

"And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw
And burns, 'til layer after layer melts away into a pool
A sky blue mirror of her eyes"

 

Tela, right? And I think the above was actually The Sloth, but I could be wrong.

She paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she wants to be a sociologist,
But she better first get checked by a neurologist...

 

you're right on both

Suzy Greenberg

And I parked my kayak on a stone
and yelled across the ocean to his evil throne

 

Punch You in the Eye- grooooved to that on 8/10 this past summer

Jimmy holds the Tannis root
The forest's tasty nectar shoot
The sun tips off the monarch's suit
from sequined sash to shiny boot

 

squirming coil YEAH

Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her
Hellborn elfchild roadhog mountain fortune hunter man beheaded her
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her

 

Fluff's Travels!(part 3 i believe, i might be wrong.)

me as I sleep the sleep of death
he sucks from me my only breath
that I had breathed since I was ten
I hope this happens once again

 

Guyute

I feel them quickly swirling by
As they withdraw with my reply
And slip into the dark of night
As I attempt to stay upright

 

That would be Waves

Here's one...

Tender poke police walker
Precious birthday fudge
Swamp night bull nail
Walker done done

 

that's from Harpua

ok, how about...
Hold the wheel, read the sign
Keep the tires off the line