I burn poor and lonely packed to the brim with coal and cinder Or on the shelf beside my bed where at night you lay turning like a door on its hinges First on your left side, then on your right side Then on your left side again I burn poor and lonely Tell all the stones to vacate building Neither cut into shape or in the right place So I gaze out the window, for a place to stake a claim Condemning any kind words and feasting on the blame And ruin my reputation like a stain All I know is plan making, not a shred of living It's so fun being unbearably lame And I burn poor and lonely
Where are my torches? Where are my torches? Where are my torches? Oh! We could be torches together, torches together Where are the torches? I have no torches Whatever respect my tattered dignity commands Not one torch to grace my hand
Why pluck these strings? What good are these happy notes Oh, one string sounds fine I guess, but we were once 'one notes' Ripped apart by savagery and a lack of faith Oh, what darkness and delicious pain I'm so in my safe distance This faint and distant look Why immerse yourself in pages When you could piss upon the book Why stand proud when you can eat your guitar? Just eat your guitar Eat your guitar Eat the guitar
Only regret and self judgement Take down the guitar and feast on the frets Eat my guitar Eat my guitar Eat my guitar Eat my guitar
Cause I am so afraid And she's afraid And everyone's afraid and everyone knows it I will be deathly afraid evermore
I slit my throat and yet they keep dancing I sang a sad song and all of you laughed I slit my throat and yet they kept dancing I sang a sad song and all of you laughed I slit my throat, yet they kept dancing I sang a sad song and all of you laughed I slit my throat, yet they kept dancing I sang a sad song, sang such a sad songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
