Tekster:
Hole Pale Blue Eyes

feel almost heavenly but Baby I mostly feel mad Yeah, baby, you just make me mad Linger on, your pale blue eyes Linger on, your pale blue eyes It was

feel almost heavenly but Baby I mostly feel mad Yeah, baby, you just make me mad Linger on, your pale blue eyes Linger on, your pale blue eyes It was

almost heavenly but Baby I mostly feel mad Yeah, baby, you just make me mad Linger on, your pale blue eyes Linger on, your pale blue eyes It was good

of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender

out bout a Jones on his back like a ball and chain suckin' the blood from his neck junksick stare in his pale blue eyes he could sing the blues like

fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall w

will change things in ways you couldn't predict when you're young and innocent, so right until proven otherwise by those misty eyes staring over the waters dreaming of blue

Snowman with six holes clean into his fat fuckin guts Psychotic drama mounts Guts well deep then a spring is fount (?) I unload into his eyes Blood springs Dead snow Blue

never healed He turned morbid and strange We was out on the road gang Just digging a hole I was struggling with conscience My nerves had dissolved To 15 pairs of eyes