Tekster:
The Vincent Black Shadow

Blew the dust off a wooden box And set it on the piano Nasty words came from its mouth The bite marks were to follow I should have given it away Now I

this time the glove is latex this time the suit is white new life has found a place it's laid eggs in someone's eyes Hook: i want control even when you

Sick i'm walking. tick. I?m talking. Down the street and I?m sick Of the talk of the trick that?s every time we meet But. Oh, I don?t know why. Oh

Please don't look at me that way There's a train that leaves tonight He's the one who'll look just like you He's the one who'll take your place

Maybe if I, Don't move an inch, The pinchers will go easy, Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces, Is it over, (Wrapped up tight), Rafters

Sick I'm walking Tick I'm talking Down the street and I'm sick of the talk of the trick that's every time we meet but Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don'

This time the glove is latex This time the suit is white New life has found a place It's laid eggs in someone's eye Would I still want control? Even

On my breaking _ _ _ _ _ You're like rust I'm falling apart tonight Blunt so you mean it Slice it even just to see What shade's the middle? Was it faded

Sick. I?m walking Tick? I?m talking. Down the street and I?m sick Of the talk of the ?trick? that?s every time we meet But. Oh, I don?t know why Blinking