I've been trying to get my head around,. what the fuck is happening?. I'm trying to make some sense out of. whatcha doin' with my head.. . it's like a skydive.
You never get that taste. Out of your mouth. You never get the paw prints. Out of the hen house now. . And you can't go back. Same way you came. Round all the pieces up.
Come on in, sweetie-pie, have an apple, have some lye. Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door. On the books, all your bets, favor head-bands and cassettes.