I don't wanna live my life in chains. Feel these voices roaming in my brain. All they do is dig a deeper hole. Deep enough to hold my tortured soul. .
She buys me flowers. This could be big. She brings me French coffee. She's really diggin' me now, for now. . She comes in the morning, leaves in the night.
Oh! Stone cold fever, yerr!. So hard to see. I've got trouble in my back bone. Since that lonesome day. Oh! Yerr!. . Tried too hard, I heard you speak.