the paper's hanging off the walls, there's 'roaches dancing in the halls. you still pay your fortune to crawl down misery street. the euthanasia dream brigade are melting in the Hampstead shade.
[Ginger]. . Turn the radio down. Turn the radio down, down. Vanilla Radio. Down with the music go-round. Down with the music go-round-round. Vanilla Radio.
I'm living on a land-mine. my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids. and my skin, a sickly grey. and if I waited by the 'phone line. I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying.
she's always busy caring 'cos that's all she's ever done. she's a thousand Florence Nightingales all rolled up into one. and (well) people take advantage but she loves her fellow friend.
top to tail with good advice. to get to know me, if I could only be. a little bit more like Jesus Christ. is that so easy? you know the lady likes. passion wisdom wealth and wonder, custom made at retail price.
"Gee mister you got the best answering machine message I ever heard". drags me round all day just like a ball. on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess....
When you're young and you say you believe it. And that you're never going to ch-ch-ch-change. You can read about it all in imaginary stories. But you never get the glory 'cause in life it ain't the same.
(right hand [to left hand]). . and of all the feelings. it's the only choice that my senses make, it's like I could inject you, babe, aa-aa. and of all the faces, you're the only human I ever known.
the paper's hanging off the walls, there's 'roaches dancing in the halls. you still pay your fortune to crawl down misery street. the euthanasia dream brigade are melting in the Hampstead shade.
life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand. you wanna be in a band?. I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know. I got to get to the show.
I can be anything I want to be, anything you hate in me multiplied by twenty three. sometimes in my head I think I'm someone else that makes me feel bad, badder than before.
Eyes dried tight gotta get myself together. need a kickstart cocktail, ten percent coffee. with a high rise family size, guaranteed to catonize. the little bit of brain I got a-hanging on from last night.