The swollen cotton cups. Are almost overflown. An eye up to the keyhole. A model town below is sleeping quietly. . And when the man turns on. I tighten up my belt.
If I told you the story of my life. Would you break down in laughter. Or run from me, hide from me in fright. . 'Cause I'm stormy again. . With your questions not knowing what's right.
SISTER. . he's gone miles high. is he going miles higher?. he's gone miles high. . isn't that your sister climbing in the window?. tapping on the glass hoping that you'll open.
Sour pie. . You're a giant snail-. I'd love to crush your shell. I'm gonna lick your brain-. Pull out all your pain. You're a sick boy and I'm even sicker.
Strangers again just like before. Not even friends after bein' much more. Strangers again and will be forever. It hurts when love ends as strangers again.
You drank a bit down, spilled the rest of it in me. And that's the minute, I let go. Your direction with the bending of the light. If I remember it right.
Saturday what a day, what a silly little day. Time to kill, take a pill as I sit and contemplate. How I'd like to be around all the people in the town.
So this is Great Britain. And welcome aboard. A sinking ship that's full of shit. And someone nicked the oars. . With failing false economy. And anti-punk autonomy.
Out on the tarmac. There stands Scouse Jack. Megaphone and anorack. Shouting out Listen Matt. Choose Christianity, dont choose humanity. He lost sanity a long time ago.
Bloodtrails in the snow. Someones dying, that's all I know. But the fear of something loathing. Pains my heart. . I can hear the ice crack under me. My washed up mind is calling me.
Stole off under the moon.. You and I had raced to the orange grove. without so much as half a clue.. . Are you following? Are you upright?. And how can I know for sure?.
Should know enough not to get caught with your hands red,. but the color you've got has a purplish hue to it instead.. And try as I might, searching low and then high, all that I can find.
I wanna see the full moon, in the southern sky. I wanna take you back to, back to when we felt alive. And I dont know why, And I dont know how to say..
Do what you want. Cause I'll do anything and.... I'll take the blame. Baby, you're dying.. . It's yours, it's mine. Cause I'll do anything and.... I'll take the blame.
1:45. Written By Hole. Performed By Hole. Located On "Pretty On The Inside". Lyrical Copy By Kiran Parghi. (Various songs on radio). You know your a masochist bye.
So you're lying in your underwear. Oh, in someone else's bed. And the silence is so dangerous. It's a terrible sense of dread. . So I have another cigarette.
I tell you everything. And I hope that you won't tell on me. And I'd give you anything. I know that you won't tell on me. . The pee girl gets the belt.
Skinny little bitch. Staring at the mirror. in your desperation to disappear. And you would be oh so dumb to fuck with me. 'Cause baby you're much too young to end up with me.
(Unrest). You know I want you. You know I want to fuck you all the time. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. Yes, she is my. Yes, she is my skinhead girl.