You thought that you could never love again, but then I opened your = heart, abusive man he terrorized I've seen the hardness in your eyes, = your trust
Dead, or is he dying? Was he mugged? Or did he quit trying? Regardless = of the reason, we gotta move him. See, he blocks the car in, we should = leave
As I keep growing old I can see the value of the words that they once sang to me, But only now it doesn't seem that the lyrics mean that much to them
Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen , = you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the = barbed
Coupling cling and brawl coupling time to tell, sympathy there's no need = long as I can shut it up, I don't get an explanation furious = complacency,
It got to resembling a vaudeville show, the show of shows, such comedy = unserpassed as juvenile theatrics go, but who am I to tell you to = contain yourself
out my my send a message send a message send a message signal overpowered send a message send a sealed within a play cell whistling past the last off
My associates called, They want small bills, Roll me over and suck on my no good excuse I'll teach you my judicial system, Like you've never never been
Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, = this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck = another
I refuse, refuse to weaken my will, adhered here to glue to these = neglected sheets, stranded on, abandoned on my own two feet, tenants of = occupants
I don't expect a response from you and I won't try to elicit one, I = stroke your walls as I prowl along, they seem to be so strong, your = windows are
Make the sink a virgin genuflect and piss in it, worth all the seamy = novelties we ripped off at the joke store, we could be immortal the way = we get
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell
Oversættelse: Tilt. Spil Cell.
Please get in the car now Off of the embankment Orange from the halogen You look like a lunatic Not allowed to stop here You provoke the barbed wire
Everyone knows I'm on a crying jag Pay me no mind I do it all the time I could show you Do you want me to show you Call it a day or you can pay my way
As I keep growing old I can see the value of the words That they once sang to me But only now It doesn't seem that the lyrics mean that much to them
Dead Or is he dying Was he mugged Or did he quit trying Regardless of the reason We gotta move him See He blocks the car in We should leave a messanger
