I know something ‘bout your family, enough to make your children cry. If Mum and Dad share genuine content then you should hear them scream at night. Don't run away or call the cops, these are screams of pleasure. The fear and necessity, you might not understand, but cannot measure.
Behind a factory door in Brunswick East is the horrible truth, that Timmy's old man likes golden showers. Behind a factory door in Brunswick East is the horrible truth, that Mummy cuts Daddy with a knife.
I need a place where I can feel my best, shave my legs and wear a pretty dress away from adolescent surveillance and no risk of desensitisation. There's a place around the corner that'll let you in, just rock up late and pay the rent, where you can blur the lines of morals, but just don't blur the lines of respect.
Behind a factory door in Brunswick East is the horrible truth that Milly's old lady plays cats and babies. Behind a factory door in Brunswick East is the horrible truth that Mummy and Daddy are happy.
It's usually something that you'd do, but you just, wouldn't tell anyone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
