Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a doctor's slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won't it feel so good,
Come into the den, come into the den You've got a glow Climb into my arms with blood on your clothes You've got a glow And you're no one's but mine
faces fair See the shine in the black sheep boy I'm the family's unowned boy Golden curls of envied hair Pretty girls with faces fair See the shine in the black sheep boy
Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling, the loveliest words whispered and meant - you like all these things. But, though you like all these things
a??Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again.a?? So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It's pretty clear, though
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls. A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall. He says a??There's plenty of time
t you realize I wouldn't pause, that I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I'd call, some black midnight
a drive into the dark stretch, long stretch of night, will really stretch this shaking mind. And this room, unlit, unheated, and the ceiling striped, and the dark black
is your beauty Oh and all that brings you pleasure I could sigh into your hide And say I hope I'm here forever But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers With
ll the latest toughs, you've got to shrug them off or shut them off. With ten-thousand-time-told truths, you've still got to ask for proof. Ask for proof
Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind
and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don't lie on the bed, laid out like you're dead, because honey, you're murdering me. Be a little sheep
Bleeding black sheep boy, mirror in pieces. Turn the receiver, trace the police station. Line to my number and number my reasons for this paranoia, for
faces fair See the shine in the Black Sheep Boy I'm the family's unowned boy Golden curls of envied hair Pretty girls with faces fair See the shine in the Black Sheep Boy
