I'm so tired, I need sleep. I'm talking to my pillow case, what's wrong with me?. I make mistakes, but them's the breaks. I'm crying out for anyone to come and rescue me.
Air on the streets, lights on the trees. Eight days a week, singer's disease. I wanna be where the sun meets the sky. I wanna be there, it's out of your mind.
Five pretty boys for ten shitty years. Five girls next door, I'm up to my ears. I need a reaction, a new revolution. All over the country, 'cos they took it away.
She's over it, she cannot take no more yeah. Don't wanna quit but that's a pretty nice door yeah. I got a bed, it really cost a fortune. I go away and it's too big without you.
Somethings going on. I don't know what I did. But it worked out fine again. . Got you in my song. It sounds like a hit. It's gonna be alright again. .
So come out fighting, second's out. Who's the daddy? Well there's no doubt. Got on thing on your brain, you all act the same. But you're alright.. . 'Cos you are from Venus and I am from Mars.
It's okay to beat the living shit from the drum kit. It's okay to take what you don't have, if you want it. . It's alright, if that's your way. Water's cold, December, Del Ray.
Right back at you, record three. Makes you wish that you were me. 'Cos we got no job for life. Build 'em up like Frank Lloyd Wright. No two days turn out the same.
6 o'clock on a tube stop, waiting for a subway train. On my own, so alone, why does everybody look the same?. To the right there's a sign, telling me which way to go.
Wake up inside what once was. Hard to go out just because. Nothing is left of it now.. Try to explain it somehow.. . Nothing between those two ears. Except the white bliss and the fear.