Well it's a stone cold something stealing my smoke A half dead wisdom, a destitute joke A frog in the throat of everyone that you meet Fly in your drink and a dog on your seat I can't be sure if it was here all along I thought I was right but then they told me I'm wrong It's a bad, bad feeling chasing me home
Well there's a cat skin hero asleep in my bed Satellite monkey dressed in socialite red I can't be sure if the whole thing is real They took all my nerves and then they told me to feel It's an evil morning and a black afternoon
Well it was there when I woke now it won't go away Now the faces are ugly and the sunflowers are grey It's the kind of week you wish you were blind All the boys want to kill you and the girls are unkind It's a slow burning dead street affair
Well it's an Armageddon rhombus from the roof through the wall Silent assassin running guns in my hall Right's on the left and I'm stuck in between There's no one in here to suck the life from this scene It's a slow dying dead street affair Yes it's a slow burning dead street affair Yes it's a slow dying dead street affairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
