Chelsea baby, let's run away. To some third world country. Exploit the workers, rape the land. Get money for dope from your old man. . Chelsea baby, what's with your pops.
I've been trying for hours just to think of what exactly to say. I thought I'd leave you with a letter or firey speech. Like when an actor makes an exit at the end of a play.
To for-fill to need to be. Who I am in this world. Is all I ask. I can't pretend to be something I'm not. And I won't wear a mask. You've touched my face with love in your eyes.
To for-fill to need to be. Who I am in this world. Is all I ask. I can't pretend to be something I'm not. And I won't wear a mask. You've touched my face with love in your eyes.
It's only 2 o'clock. And the temperature's beginning to soar. And all around the city. You see the walking wounded and the living dead. . It's never been this hot and I've never been so bored.
Turn around. Every now and then I get a little bit lonely. And you're never coming round. Turnaround. Every now and then I get a little bit tired. Of listening to the sound of my tears.
Turnaround, every now and then I get a. little bit lonely and you're never coming around. Turnaround, Every now and then I get a. little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears.
Is this what you think of me, so hollow?. Seems to take the place of things left behind. Is this what becomes of us, never to be defined. Thoughts still left unsaid and.