: Lay where you're laying Don't make a sound I know they're watching They're watching All the commotion the killing of pain Has people talking Talking
: Love the days She's gone for a moment I don't know which way she was going Lord, it's been A long warm November I know now She acts like her mother
: How many souls will it take How many necks will you break I say, how many bones can I waste In that little old shape I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
: [Verse 1:] Don't be girl. Don't be burnt. Don't be my glamour zombie. We dance, and we show. And baby doll, I'll be the prison. Don't be girl. Don'
