the decent citizens you've enraged You can go to hell For gamblin' and drinkin' alcohol constantly For makin' us doubt our parents authority For choosin' to be a living
I love the dead before they rise No farewells, no goodbyes I never even knew your now rotting face While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave I have
Sick things in cars Rotate 'round my stars Sick things, my things My pets, my things I love you things I see As much as you love me You things are heavenly
time, my dear Wish you were here Having a hell of a time, my dear Wish you were here Seeing all the sights here, I'm getting lonely I'd show you all