Another sentimental argument and bitter love. Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud. Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone.
Boxed up. All of her favorite things. Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale. Big plans and leaving friends and. A westbound sign. . Weighed out. Her choices on a scale.
Come together like a foot in a shoe. Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth. Thinking out loud and acting in vain. Knocking over anyone that stands in my way.
I woke up on the wrong side of the floor. Made, made my way through the front door. Broke my engagement with myself. . Perfect picture of bad health. Another notch scratched on my belt.
Cheapskate on the hill. A thrill seeker making deals. Sugar city urchin wasting time. Town of lunatics. Begging for another fix. Turning tricks for speedballs.
Cheapskate on the hill. A thrill seeker making deals. Sugar city urchin wasting time. Town of lunatics. Begging for another fix. Turning tricks for speedballs.
I was a young boy that had big plans. Now I'm just another shitty old man. I don't have fun and I hate everything. The world owes me so fuck you!. . Glory days don't mean shit to me.
You pushed me once too far again. I'd like to break your fucking teeth. Stick a knife in the center of your back. You better grow some eyes in the back of your head.
Standin' on the corner of. Stuart and the Avenue. Rippin' up my transfer. And a photograph of you. You're a blur on my dead past and rottin' existence.
Sing us a song of the century. It's louder than bombs and eternity. The era of static and contraband. . Leading us into the promised land. Tell us a story that's by candlelight.
I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor. Reminds me of the times we shared. Makes me wish that you were here. Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life.
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am. And what's my master plan. What makes you think that it includes you?. Self-righteous wealth. Stop flattering yourself.
I see you. Down on the front line. Such a sight. For sore eyes. You're a suicide. . Makeover. Plastic eyes. Lookin' through a numbskull. Self-effaced.
Ready for a cheap escape. On the brink of self destruction. Widespread panic. Broken glass inside my head. Bleeding down these thoughts of. Anguish... mass confusion.
Well I am just a mutt. And nowhere is my home. Where dignity's a land mine. In the school of lost hope. . I've panhandled for life. 'Coz I'm not afraid to beg.
I'm taking down all my enemies. 'Cause they're all so fucking useless. A bunch of shit talking drama queens. And they're all filled with excuses. . I wanna find me a better scene.
One. Two. Three. Four!. . I fucked up again it's all my fault. So turn me around to face the wall. And read me, my rights and tell me, I am wrong. Until it gets into my thick skull.
Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name.. I met her on the eve of my birthday.. Did she know, did she know, before she went away, does she know? But it's too damn late.
I've got a knack for fuckin' everythin' up. My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. My fuse is short and my blood pressure's high. I lose control and I get myself all wound up.
Stranded, lost inside myself. My own worst friend. And my own closest enemy. I'm branded, maladjusted. . Never trusted anyone. Let alone myself. I must insist.