Heart attack, jack-in-the-box I've been here so long I'm starting to rot. And you're taking my fear, selling it in jars. Back on the playground my blue socks are bloody I need someone to toss the confetti at the Ticker Day Parade, falling for myself.
Look to the fly she used to be pretty don't say a word, but shes drying out slowly you have the answers I have the car keys.
Lightning rod strapped to my shoulders I'm searching through windows for right and thunder that could bring to merciful end this overdrone way. Carpet burns up to my elbows it's time that you learned, I guess I should tell you, that the things you know about me never would come true.
Look to the fly I used to be pretty dont say a word but I'm drying out quickly you have the answers I have the car keysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
