Mirror in my bedsit bathroom pulling nails out of my head Lucy's on my shoulder talking like she owns the dead
so you wanna be my soldier and to ride your own shooting star I'll see you on your back in twelve boy and I'll fly you where the moon is dark
in three you get your snow white sandbox chariot and golden fleece give 'em anything that'll make 'em scream to a funky pumping beat
in six you're up to sugar daddy the mansion full of beautiful girls in nine you're the new messiah playing Messaline on fire
in twelve it's not a pretty sight and she's nowhere to be seen I could come around a full moon later but I was never much of a waiter
so I'm off to dedicate my life to the death of rock 'n roll
no-one gets their money back and I just keep my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
