Another Deftones fanvideo, first one I ever made, from the B-Side-"Crenshaw Punch" or "I'll Throw Rocks at You"-Call if what you like. This was the last song we recorded for the around the fur sessions. At the time, an experiment in sound and texture for us complete with nasty, sloppy ho-hats, the orginial title came to us while on tour many moons ago. We used to always borrow our friend's truck, it was our touring vessel, complete with camper shell, trailer, a plethora of beer, and many, many full piss bottles. One strange night we pulled over at a liquor store on Crenshaw Blvd., tired of beer. We all came out with giant jugs of cheap-ass wine, which we soon dubbed "Crenshaw Punch" like I said....call it what you like-Abe Cunningham.Lyrics:Remember that one timeI bit you on the armI was just afraid ofThe solitude of being in loveI want to be in your houseRight nowMake you stand by the sinkI swear to keep awayI can show you thingsLike fire and moreRemember that timeI kicked the TV overFor monthsI'm sharing lungsI cant talk to herCause she'll throw rocks at meI might never see you againI hope we fixAnd stay special plusI ain't trying to start a fightBut if only I could pull you inFor a moment I know thisThat's so sweetBattle stations please guard usTo marry me meDon't lean on meCause I'll fuck you till the morningso stickFor monthsI'm sharing lungsI cant talk to herCause she'll throw rocks at meSpinning in her arms insideAnd be listening to knowShe knows when I lookMy musicMy lung is in the top drawerBy now I've got her inside of meAs long as we sleep right nowAs long as we sleep right nowFor monthsI'm sharing lungsI cant talk to herCause she'll throw rocks at meShe'll throw rocks at meFor monthsI'm sharing lungsI cant talk to herCause she'll throw rocks at me

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