The day comes Same as before Goes out again Television a concave window Lawyers and murderers The law is confusing the order makes no sense
Scratching the skin Staring at walls Staring at floors
The plan today is not to die The cure-all is always over ice Toasting the globe Cursing those who live on it Drinking it down and drinking it down Keeping it down and keeping it down
People and their faces Like a beautiful thing Falling down the stairs So-called friends Between them and I May be there be a poison ocean
Scratching the skin Staring at walls Staring at floors
And not at eyes That's where the soul lies New memories are strangers I will never meet Rheumy old thoughts are constant companions
Nipping at me Nipping and barking at me Nipping and barking at me
All them Why do they come? Why don't they die? Why don't they die?
I stare at floors Until my eyes bleed It's just a social disease And now I'm freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
