I am the son. And the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. Am son heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth. How can you say. I go about things the wrong way.
I am the son. I am the heir. Of a shyness. That is criminally vulgar. I am the son and. Of nothing in particular. . Oh, shut your mouth. How can you say?.
All the streets are crammed with things. Eager to be held. I know what hands are for. And I'd like to help myself. . You ask me the time. But I sense something more.
Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail. Six long years on your trail. . Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how dare you say.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how dare you say.
I heard there was a secret chord. That david played and it pleased the lord. But you don't really care for music, do you. Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir. Of the nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how can you say.