This year, oh, what's the look this year?. Is it the look of things to come?. Has it all been said, has it all been done?. The sun upon the sea. Did you dress that way for me?.
The thorn in my side is gone. It was too sharp for the laws of the world. Like my need for you, I know. It doesn't register on the scale of the world.
The thorn in my side is gone. It was too sharp for the laws of the world. Like my need for you, I know. It doesn't register on the scale of the world.
This song is dedicated to the chain of lies. Handed down from generation to generation. Like cancer through the ages. . Well you seem to be waiting. For the thunder or the lightning.
The revolving door. I'm stuck in it, my love. Your cold, cold heart that never opens. And never tires. . What chance do I have?. What chance do I have?.
Once upon a time me and vudi met. A major american rock star in a shop. We were immediately jealous of his hair. And his fuel-injected sports cock. . He made the usual stupid sexual jokes.
Now your sleep is over. You can't remember. Why you spent the whole night proving?. What you'll be losing. . The dream is gone. Do you want another one?.
The price of your soul is worth less than the cab fare. That gets you home before the living end. The dead part of you leaves me with a blessing. From a destruction of your beauty.
Now that we've perfected the art of love. Now all the lights shine on me and misery. My good friend misery. . You can be cured by a single touch. You can get up and walk away.