: ?M not Snow White, but I?m lost inside this forest I?m not Red Riding Hood, but I think the wolves have got me Don?t want those stilettos, I?m not,
: One fine day I started writing home One finds It's so hard To make it It's gotta be the right time It's gotta be the right kind line It's gotta be
our dreams would have attained death of the will, desire and dismay like a nazi mith of red eternal youth 'till nothing is what you think of pop kills
To remind you How winter kills Lost in daydreams You drove too fast and got nowhere You rode on half fare When you got too scared How winter kills Tear
was, my son that is Keep faith onto Your chance I'm glad at heart, make war breed peace piercing thru myself to meet Lend me Your hand that kills my
It takes control and gives me pain There are thoughts infesting my mind Take a look and see what you find Summer kills - Summer kills - Summer kills
: If she could ever love again, could ever trust again, her love you loved away, when she was screaming you walked away, her tear stung eyes, tell me
am got nothing to prove and got it all to gain words that i've spoken promis is broken yeah now that i've woken all the cheap thrills with expensive pills vanity kills vanity kills
already in hell Throwing up children on Del Ray smell Fuck those fucking fucks, uh Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills I'
: I am no better at this than you are Unfinished business maybe, do love I can't change myself into you dear What you are to me is far too unclear Quit
: To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and
: You can holler, you can wail You can swing, you can flail You can fuck like a broken sail But I'll never give you up If I ever give you up my heart
: Lost her behind the station Lost her behind the moon Operator, operator dial her back Operator put me through Ahuuuh, Satellite gave up the ghost
: You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue
: I can't find enough pots and pans Let alone knives in my kitchen To keep you cooking I can't find enough love in my heart Let along in my bones To
: She damned if she do she damned If she on't if history hangs her Her memory won't it's been a procession of sweethearts passing through some of them
: I'm bored of cheap and cheerful I want expensive sadness hospital bills, parole open doors to madness I want you to be crazy cos you're boring baby
: Walk you to the counter what you got to offer pick you out a soda look at you forever walk you to the water eyes like a casino you ain't born typical
