Eyes dried tight, gotta get myself together Need a kick-start cocktail, ten percent coffee with a High-rise, family-size, guaranteed to catonize The
life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand you wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know I got
The paper's hanging off the walls, there's 'roaches dancing in the halls you still pay your fortune to crawl down misery street the euthanasia dream
when you're young and you say you believe it, man you're never gonna ch-ch-ch-change you can read about it all in imaginary stories but you never get
well I used to think that bad times lay behind me, I used to think I'd had my share of pain my friends all tried to tell me I was dreaming, yeah but
she's always busy caring 'cos that's all she's ever done she's a thousand Florence Nightingales all rolled up into one and (well) people take advantage
here's the eighth of the seven wonders, here's the [pay back] without a crime here's to all the baby-shit so major at the time from the last of the great
passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the train fools that threw their mouths about with nothing more to do than pass the blame seems
I can be anything I want to be, anything you hate in me multiplied by twenty three sometimes in my head I think I'm someone else that makes me feel bad
can't believe that I got so down I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me! palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly she pulled
I'm living on a land-mine my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids and my skin, a sickly grey and if I waited by the 'phone line I'd wait a couple
drags me round all day just like a ball on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess... I'm just a mess do I have to take this shit from you every time
