This whiskey sour, amateur hour. Raise your glass and toast your friends. Someday we will fight again. . Well, your enemies, your tragedies. Pocket knives and rusty chains.
I'm rottin' inside. My flesh turns to dust. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?. . I'm so sick to death. Tumors in my head. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?.
I've got a really bad disease. It's got me begging on my hands and knees. So, take me to emergency. 'Cause something seems to be missing. . Somebody take the pain away.
I always waste my time just wondering. What the next man thinks of me. I'll never do exactly what I want. And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance.
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am. And what's my master plan. What makes you think that it includes you?. Self-righteous wealth. Stop flattering yourself.
Hey can you hear me?. I'm calling your name. Hello? Or is this goodbye?. The gleam in your eyes. It troubles my brain. Will I see it again?. So I can rest my head.
I don't believe in the apocalypse. I don't believe in the end of time. I don't believe in the solar eclipse. I don't believe in valentines. . I don't believe I asked opinion.
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store. I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more. I'm gonna spend all the money she had. On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine.
Reto, you're a technical whiz. Masturbating with computers. For a legion of kids. Reto, you're a solid state. A microchip and designer tape. . Oh, Reto, where did you come from?.
14th Street, booze and swallow. I'm gonna drown my sorrow. Dirty floors and sticky tables. For the willing and the able. . All the zombies on a hot Friday night.
Baby's in her hour of darkness. Everything she feels is hopeless. Disconnected from the dancehall. Tripping on her heart of purple. . Is this passion or.