Lord, please don't forsake me. In my Mercedes Benz. All the riches and the ruins. Now we all know how that story ends. . Strange apparition. Haunting my brain.
No one cares what dress she wears at all. Tattered rags and paper bags and all. She's the one sleeping in the dirt. Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt.
Get up, son, hit you head like a drum. Weeds are all grown in vain. Too much time, I got too much time. Living in a waste of space. . Take yourself, don't break yourself.
Walking to the other side. With the Devil trying to take my mind. And my soul's just a silhouette. On the ashes of a cigarette. . Illusions never fake their lives.
He trembles in the bitter wind. Until it's time for us to speak. Whilst others here are sleeping sound. I'll slip away by floorboard creak. . Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets.