Yes, so the message goes. Like an insect in its death throes. A magic carpet ride to hell. Then back to her with time to tell. A metal scar on every face.
I would walk the plank. I would die with my boots on. Like all good cowboys do. And you could find the treasure on your shore. Star spangled winter night.
Sunday night and now I know. How the night can pass slow. All kinds of ugly outside that's right. And I'm all alone tonight. . Distant highway dim. Leaky roof my doubt drips in.
Everyone has their own myths. Not their father's troubles. It's the mother's kiss. But me, would you save my life. Or take it away from me?. Stab me with a knife.
Racine took a trip to Long Island. She got so tired of Times Square. Sometimes she'd look at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she wouldn't even dare. Racine always dreamed of Long Island.
Enemy, all over my body. She's wrapped up. She's wrapped up in alcohol. She's wrapped up. She's wrapped up in caffeine. . She's my enemy. She's my enemy.