Trouble, that's what we had. And everything that goes around. Comes around in a bittersweet lament. Well my heart's already broken down. Looking for a sweeter sound.
Took her pills and her magazines. Left her lying in her misery. He was locked up in his room. Colored pinwheels as the sirens whine down the avenue. .
Won't you take my hand. Won't you be my friend. Take my advice, go away. When the days get short and the chips are down. Will you be there, will you stick around.