And head up dear, you're shallow and blind And head up dear, the rabbit might die Because I'm putting the boot in tonight And head up dear, you're shallow
Another hotel With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go you make it your own
She sings with a hole in her skin, I only want to say good-bye Taking it in like a used pin, ( and --And take it in, through the likeliest pin--)
for the truth So why can't you come around And --like a cheating dream-- And when the door's left open My --words fall flat-- I'm holding the --other
And these walls and these walls are filled with blame And these walls and these walls are filled with blame And she's sitting in the primrose garden
and fourteen and you know that I'm looking the wrong way and is the past outside or in this lovely home a strong father figure and with a, a heart of
Why do they come when you're always raining? Why can't they make a sound? And seeing the other ones fall back down. Because you're so far from home,
And does your fear not grow when When you see that you're all mine See that your all mine With a knife in your chest With a knife in your chest And
be gone Soon would be gone Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams I don't want to hear Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other
All and all I guess that there's so many things That we don't say and it's What makes us sad I think sometimes That makes us close but I don't mind, I
won't see when the morning redeems the sad voice of the tender night A sad voice, and it seems like some whispering of good-bye. When my destiny emerges from the other
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked My hands trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son
(Other forms of life grow silently Strings of existence make the sound of a sweet melody) Essence of light creates the source Creatures feel the ethereal energy The twilight
Struck down you died, one December night Taken in cold blood, under Texas twilight The headlines all read, it was "punks vs. the jocks" As your killer
love might share Love's image upon earth without its wings I feel relief when sorrows flows My days though few have passed below Dark tree, still sad when other
and out of her dull imagination That floats around the twilight of her tomb Clutching her little treasures That represent a happy moment Displayed with sad
ties singin' a sad, sad song Down it track is a bad way to live The boss man's whip is all he's got to give And late at night in the twilight of the
