We cold boot the brain stem. We start to get pissed. We're turning into creatures. That hardly ever exist. . And every one of us must win at last. Like in the future, like in the past.
You were the seven deadly sins. Making sense in your 'screw me' dress. The beautiful ones just slip away. To a mirror where we used to kiss. . With your disco heartbeat.
You were the seven deadly sins. Making sense in your 'screw me' dress. The beautiful ones just slip away. To a mirror where we used to kiss. . With your disco heartbeat.
I'm sick of all this scratching around. I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand. He's the queen of all the shops where he shops. And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen.