I never meant to say. You were a thorn in either side. It was a side effect from. The scars on my forty-fives. . And as the vinyl sticks. It reminds me of what we had.
They don't love you anymore. Blood trails blacknails. Leave a light on. And put a key in the back door. . Yeah, they're laughing at you. They're not laughing with you.
When you were here before. Couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry. . You float like a feather. In a beautiful world.
Wake up. . Confined in this cage constructed by your own. Sterilized by this stricking to the norm. Stop marching in line and start messing with your head.
Another crowded dance floor. Another empty glass. Another failed hello. It's your alibi. Another splendid lie. It's the bruises that you can't show. .
You're Klaus Nomi. I'm Etta James. No need to worry, I'm just bad with names. No need to tell her. Yeah Yeah. No need to tell her. Yeah Yeah. She's Cinderella.
Halloween Valentine. Only take what was mine. Hitler heart cigarette. Am I safe here.... I forget. . No, I'm not this crazy. And I can't have fun. Makes me feel like nothing.
Red back, funnel web, blue ringed octopus. Taipan, Tiger snake, and a Box Jellyfish. stone fish and the poison thing that lives in a shell, that spikes you when you pick it up.
killing spree for the disposable moderns. . right now you are the plastic dolls of today. . slowly dismembering yourselves. you are an army of decay. .
Things are different on my block. I don't know if you heard about. How these folks are living. And I can't help you out. . It seemed to be your fault again.
Lay on the grass beside me, crystal eyes. You know you hypnotize me with your crystal eyes. But I woke when I found out. About your tiny little lies. And I had to face the truth.
Early morning beeping sound. Gulp down breakfast and I'm gone. Though I'm workin' hard all day. Maybe I'm just greedy. Maybe I'm just dumb. Maybe I'm just asking.
Mama got the cornbread. Daddy got the sauce. Daddy wear the pants. But Mama, she's the boss. . Daddy be up playing with the black cat bone. Leaving poor Mama at home all alone.
When I was eight years old. Before puberty took hold. I thought I'd end up beside a princess bride. And love was indivisible. . Never mind how my taste reflects.
Here comes the sadness that I miss so much. That lonely aching comes from every touch. I've grown accustomed to the grays and blacks. Because they're always coming back (coming back).
I've watched you all succeed with the highest marks. In greed from my cave, where you're displayed like photographs. That bleed and my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes.
There's a cemetery deep below the sea. There this space is reserved for fools like me. Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times. But nothing seemed to turn out right.
It's in the air. It's in the air tonight. I'm in the mood. I'm in the mood all right. Rest assured. That when the night is gone. I'm the king. And you'll be mine.
Im sitting here and got myself situated. Between a rock and a real hard place. My name is mud and here it gets complicated. I got egg dripping all over my face.