This is a funeral for us all, emptiness. There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness. To clutch at the hands that feed. Ooooh - let it bleed. . Yes, she kills with words.
Hey big boss man. You're stuck in a groove. You're on a roller coaster. You'd better stop. You're gonna burn, burn, burn. You'll do it again. . Pretty ballerina.
As a child, I'd sit upon a hill. . Look out over the city. . Counting all those stars. . One by one, 'til I reached the sun. . That's where you are. .
What is it, what is it. That keeps me hanging around your door, door?. What is it, what is it. That keeps me hanging around for some more of your love?.
Jo-jo, jo-jo, jo-jo, jo-jo, Josephina. Oh yeah. Jo-jo, jo-jo, jo-jo, jo-jo, Josephina. Oh yeah. . Oh dream girl, where did you go?. I woke up calling your name, you were gone.
I really notice. That you don't sleep at night. Say why do you worry. Why you hurting inside?. . Who's hurt you baby?. I like you a lot. You are so beautiful.
In this town where I'm from. There's not a lot of things going on. You've got to use a little imagination. To get along. . So you go to a bar. And you talk to your friends.
It's just an illusion, a trick, a trick of the light. What you now see is really out of sight. It's dark, it's evil, possessive and kind. Something that you give, keeps me alive.