Dear Mavis, I'm compelled to write this letter. In the hope that you may soon be getting better. I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor. If you haven't then you know you really oughta.
Sniffalys, sniff on this. My skin up pin up, oh yeah. Monday to friday, nobody's seen ya'. Amphetamina. . Oh, if I see you would you stop and say hello.
Verse One I'm gonna sit my own. Maybe all alone. I'm gonna lie on the couch. 'cause I won't go out. She'll take it easy again. Ending up in hell. Just like the scum of the earth.
And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity, did you see. The way I cowered to authority? You see. And my life, it's a series of compromises, anyway it's a shame.
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow. Is no uncarved block at hand. Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha. There's a shotgun in his hand. .
She makes me bleed, oh yeah. She makes me cry. She makes me sneeze, oh yeah. She makes me sigh. . So bring her on down. Bring her on down from heaven.