There was November in your eyes. There'd be no pennies for the guys. There were fireworks over London. But you weren't among them anymore. . When it got darker the nightmares came.
Bloodsport for all, said Corporal Flash. And shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas. Stuck me in a wet-suit to dry off in the sun. And fed me pet food, Kit-e-kat and Chum.
Don't kiss me quick. I'm about to be sick. All over my favorite shoes. . If you pin back my tongue. With a stapling gun. It won't stop me from singing the blues.