I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, "How did you ever dream up that song The one where the
a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her
you could never pay attention when they're whispering to you There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have But the way your eyes
he ran away Once he knew his freedom was at stake This same old shit, so it's how you deal with it It's the glove that fits, that you wear So when the wind
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her
So you can never pay attention, when they're whispering to you. There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have. But the way your eyes
: I listen to a lecture of nonsense till dawn. By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on. He said "how did you ever dream up that song? The one where the
: Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless. These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night. If all your life, you
: It's not the road we used to know, they tore some buildings down. The traffic's like a pack of dogs. There's fewer trees, windows, fleas, concrete
away once he knew his freedom was at stake. It's the same old shit, so it's how you deal with it. it's the glove that fits that you wear. So when the wind
I listen to a lecture of nonsense till dawn. By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on. He said "how did you ever dream up that song? The one where the
