Your gentleman caller, well, he's been calling on another he loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin he cries, "Baby, I've been drinking
love affairs You gotta' fake the pain you better make it sting you're gonna' break a leg when you get on stage and they scream your name "Oh, Cursive
There's a ghost in my bed she cries in her sleep she says I won't let her leave I lie perfectly still as she stifles her tears I don't want to disturb
if you stop speaking for me. I'm writing songs to entertian, but these people... they just want pain. They want to hear my deepest sins the songs from the ugly organ
So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. ANd then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and
"Now I can't stop the monster I've created"
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an apartment
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming Blood boiling & steaming There are things far too dark to comprehend Sleep on it one
of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin
perverse, and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along - I'm on the ugly organ
end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My
Your gentleman caller, Well, he's been calling on another He loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin He cries, "baby, I've been drinking
better make(make!), make(make!), make it sting You're gonna' break(break!), break(break!), break a leg When you get on stage And they scream your name "Oh, cursive
There's a ghost in my bed She cries in her sleep She says I won't let her leave I lie perfectly still As she stifles her tears I don't want to disturb
you stop speaking for me. I'm writing songs to entertian, But these people... they just want pain. They want to hear my deepest sins The songs from the ugly organ
So he would sulk and drink and mope And cross his arms and hope to die. And then a fairy came one night To bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled
Harold walks down any street of this town Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift His legs twitch The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and
