memories away Something died as I cried For my broken souvenirs. Can I reach for the sun Find a place I belong Now you're one of my broken souvenirs
. His parents family values were no match for Ozzy. Not responsible for what becomes reality. Hide behind your guise of art your Broken Record. You can
always go round and round and back again, We always go round and round and back again, It sounds like a broken record, broken record, broken record. We
Goin' to the same old places Skipping like a broken record I love you all but I gotta get out And change this scenery I've got to find what I'm living
pound American boy Yeah you tell a story like a broken record And you tell a story like a broken record And I tell a story like a broken record But
All the dirty fingers picking up finds Bruised with a motherless childish mind To be kind in the line of design Without a proper subject Got all apologies
There was a way with the promises And in a little while another way Has it moved highways Thought I knew But I don't Out here we're made all of us,
When I'm right I'm always wrong Beneath the wise Rolling through the way Further my luck tries to be the same When I'm wrong I'm almost right To breathe
Vagina 1, 2, 3, 4 Me and my hand We've been together Since I was born Since I was in the world Seen the light go out Seen light come in Me and my hand
Ungrateful little motherfuck, boredom tuck Beat you up with bedrooms of ice I see you've got another one almost done Bet you think that you wished twice
The newspaper writer, tears you like a thread You're lookin' for your sailor boy The music's uncertainly, disconcertin' me We're lookin' for your sailor
A friend, a friend you used to call A friend, a friend you used to call When you back me, I was gone When you back me, I was gone Off and on is what
I thought you were the sweetest kill Did I even know? And all the time we thought we did Was it just for show? If they try to pull you out Would you
We got a minefield of crippled affection All for the borrowed mirror connection That's why I'm leaving this spoken protection I'm a romance addict so
Art house director, art house director We lost magic light until tomorrow night Art house director, art house director Make the waters part into an empty
Call of forgiveness I'm like the beat of the hurt I'm not the only one You tried to save when you fell out Call of forgiveness I'm like the clean in
Remember my members - Schizophrenic psychotic bitch, Remember my members - Cunt, you've finally cracked, Remember my members - I'm anatomized and immobilized
They slip, crackle, vinyl, mirrows me, and this broken record glass, just look at us now, the gramaphone replacing, the heart sleeves used to have, they