the medals they bestow Shake a hand, take a bow It's so au natural (He's only an actor) (He's on the screen...) The chains lie broken one by one Of
know Can it do harm? From one deadly sin... A burn to my skin A flood of red Bound by lust From what I know Bound by lust Bound by trust
flesh cold and numb What have you done, Mark David Chapman? Let all the desperate hours of boredom Lead you to some meaning of truth Bumps and bruises and
name on top And every line after it Because every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame I've had to walk through Each and every day And if I screamed "you
This is something you can count on Drip down onto my forehead On to my aorta Drip as fiery cinder Onto the sweltering town So I'm sweet on you I am transparent
alarm In this empty room I know what I can do... As spring hits my eyes I revel in the mist Something lustful bores a hole Formed from dought and worthless
of the black remote. Here I am comfortable Surrounded by stings and bows. Let everyone else go. Nights on Kirkwood so serene Far from the sirens and
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you drop me off And not a word was spared for us Drinks at ten, we're off again The crowds and bouncers stare at us And the last one out of the car fills
fell apart, Despite your powers you hated being, A stupid rock star, Kitty Pryde so sweet and innocent, You're all we talk about, We know you'd rather
heaven to you a perfect place? The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face? A field of lives to sow and reap That some of us will never see Why is it I
Sigh your children Who have we? All our lives & countless years When your world A glass heart aches Wraps us unheard, unscathed Will we, your children
And I thought of you and maybe you once thought of me We were changing And we kept changing And all at once I saw a hole into the future And I thought
to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opens wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever November fades Never could put this mind to rest Step in the cold and
Never knew I could feel this way So old and and unremembered Never thought it would slip away And fall like September Scale these walls in front of me Have you
nearer my gloom So much nearer without you I've been on the run From the dirt you talk about everyone So much nearer my gloom That much nearer without you And
two faced Where loves disgraceful Crimes committed with sharpened knives And wasted lives Of those who are forced To shove And murder the peace dove There is no higher calling from above You
perfect teenhood is a drug racket It's a beautiful day and I am up and at 'em Motorcycles and cops are the main attraction Tommy Gun Blood Lust A perfect teenhood Fuck you