The means to an end A sinful distress Writing down meaningless words Vaguely off hand So the rest of the band Can learn from the bees and the birds Concentrate business man you You haven't got long Planets are ruling your hearts Stilettos and thighs may be burning your eyes But it keeps you from falling apart
Heavy but generalised Sordid and wet Someone advised me to die Blowing your mind 'Cos you know what you'll find When you're looking for things in the sky
Under the influence Rotting our nerves Cutting us off at the mains Nearing the end with your grandmother's friend It's something to do when it rainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
