You say it's raining. As you piss in my ear. You say it's pain inside. That fills you with fear. . Right-right. Right-right. Right-right. Right-right.
[THE SEX PISTOLS (Jones/Cook/Matlock/Rotten)]. . Seen you in the mirror when the story began. and I fell in love with you I love yer mortal sin. Your brains are locked away but I love your company.
When the hand of fate will slap you. All has gone array no more bargains. Death comes out to play. With a loss of vision control. All has gone away no more compromise.
Hey, hey smoky with the iron grip. Bang bang knocking it down. Hangman headed on the psycho trip. He gives the best stretch around. . I got the hear say, no where to run.