I walk down my street at night The city lights are strange and violent I am comforted by the approaching sounds of trucks and sirens Even though the
I could do the dishes while talking on the phone i could ask you for an answer but you want to be alone I can never do the dishes a single dish at a
Bright, my little bluesboy you smile too much let's see a nice frown don't touch so much he made it look fun what's done is done I am so stupid you
Blake says no one ever really loved him They just faked it to get money from the government And Blake thinks angels grow when you plant angel dust
When I was six years old, my sister Alison asked for a stove for her birthday. A miniature one you could actually could with and my mum was nice and
They pose symmetrical Scattered through the Echo Hall Works of art in pensive phase With the worldy critics gaze And there's a special one Another convert
I Google you late at night when I don't know what to do I find photos you've forgotten you were in put up by your friends I Google you when the day
There?s the smell in the air, rubbbed from an ad in a magazine There?s that lust in my eyes their hearts light up like TV screens June is busting out
The air is still it's five o'clock wet streamers from red walls the rocks are thick with dampened ashes as the morning falls a plastered laugh shrieks
Mary's surgeon Called me urgent Get down to ward And take...my god! Who would date me in the dark And for this labor I was savoured Tender and braindead
I?ve been pro-vanity since I was ten. I picture altars in past the shutters-den Baby bottle didn?t choke there were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip
What is past... What is past... what is past... Monachial dreams and a puddle of light And a red little girl's at the top of a slide And an an orange
Oh what a noble distiguished collection of fine little friends you have made hitting the tables without you again no we'll wait no we promise we'll wait
Now we're going to play a game that's lots of lots of fun i learned it from my auntie who learned it from my uncle my uncle has a secret job in
And the last thing I'd recall Her body standing on the stove Sandy wiping her grey eyes I was pleased and frightened To see a grownup woman cry She
The stars are all upside down Everything's the wrong way 'round Orion is standing on his head He's got a lot more studs in his belt Season's have got
City of stars that hide through the night Pity the dogs left out in the moonlight Talk about God and the weather is fine, just fine The taste of ambition
All My Girls... On The Floor... Here we go, here we go, here we go, now All night, right now, here we go, here we go, come on [Verse 1] This ones
