the sky has lost its color The sun has turned to grey At least that’s...
The sky has lost it's color The sun has turned to grey At least that's...
She won't settle for a creep like me Ain't i good enough for her Please...
The tough of the track With the wind And the rain that's beating down on...
The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel...
Well i wandered in To the house of mirrors With...
Well i wandered in To the house of mirrors With...
We've talked it to death, cryin' on the telephone. Nights...
I'm sitting on the toilet With my sunglasses on Wondering...
Well i wandered in To the house of mirrors With...
Oh, marianne Please don't marry that insurance man I just...
She paints her fingernails forbidden tones She wants nervous youth...
I'm sitting on the toilet With my sunglasses on Wondering...
Stand before it to the nines Hurry up and get...
It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about...