it's a junkie dream makes you so uptight. yeah it's halloween tonight and every night. see you scratch (see it on) your skin. your sandpaper throat. you're a symphony, man, with one fucking note.
it's one word cover-to-cover. it's an endless fuse. chain-repeater never seems to get any smarter. . i'm always marking pages so. that i don't get confused.
Bottle up and explode over and over. Because you react slower than slow. Put it away, check out for the day. In for a round of overexposure. The things Mother Nature provides.
Bottle up and explode over and over. Keep the troublemaker below. Put it away, check out for the day. In for a round of over-exposure. The thing mother nature provides to get up and go.
Cut this picture into you and me. Burn it backwards, kill this history. Make it over, make it stay away. Or hatell say the ending that love started to say.
They asked me to come down and watch the parade. To march down the street like the Duracell bunny. With a wink and a wave from the cavalcade. Throwing out candy that looks like money.
A wallflower punch talks to Judy. In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in. But they don't read page to page or speak easy. Now they're gonna go say the words.
I'll tell you why I don't want to know where you are. I got a joke I been dying to tell you. A silent kid is looking down the barrel. To make the noise that I kept so quiet.
Start stop and start, stupid acting smart. Flirting with the flicks, you say it's just for kicks. You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks. You got yourself to tease and displease.
Future butterfly gonna spend the day. Higher than high. You'll be beautiful confusion. Ooh, once I was you. . I saw you caught between. All the people out making the scene.
Bottle up and explode over and over. Keep the troublemaker below. Put it away, check out for the day. In for a round of over-exposure. The thing mother nature provides to get up and go.
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill. Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill. And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill.
Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity. Amity, Amity, Amity caught stars in her arms. Hello, hello kitty happy in New York City. Amity walking like a lucky charm.
You walk down Alameda. Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone. Like some precious only son. Face down, bow to the champion. . You walk down Alameda.
I got a question mark. You got a need to always take some shot in the dark. I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear. You think that all things have a way they ought to appear.
I'm going out sleepwalking. Where mute memories start talking. The boss that couldn't help but hurt you. And the pretty thing he made desert you. . I'm going out now like a baby.