Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian...
You out your insecurities by swallowing the key,
Saying sorry til youre sore dont mean a thing to me.
the last stop on the line should be what gets you off,
the rails are cold, the car is dark, your seat is warm, and you wont disembark...
Take your sorrows somewhere to unload, flaunt your failures on a centrefold!
Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian...
To watch you use a steak knife to hack off your slice of life,
rip to shreds the subtleties a day provides
Add weight to your opinion breaking glass and throwing stones.
Shout slander at your friends and mumble half full threats on your microphone...
Chart your flaws with marks upon the wall, wipe the soap off your own bathroom stall!
Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian...
Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...
Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian...
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