I snared you in a photograph. I trapped you on a wire. I amplified you magnified you. 1500 times. You strode across the ocean. And you smiled to careful drivers.
Me - I have my cross to bear. It's twisted flying through the air. The voices that I hear are muffled. There's no-one left but me to share their secrets.
Bikini girls and hunks are showing us the joys of being perfect. Bouncing balls in Junes theyre cruising surfing to those tunes we love. Hi- ho but get rubbing brickshaw please be careful with my tan.
Anything's O.K.. You want the moon. Don't get the wrong idea. You want the moon for you I'd shoot it sucker but first you've got to pay. You want the king bring him round he will serende you gag them down.
Dead shot through the temple. In the temple heard the preacher screech. I bored you full of holes Lucretia. Saw you crease up in a ball. As if you swallowed your own poison.
Our lady on the balcony in black and red. The band plays stronger. Spinning back we tread on broken glass. Our heels dig harder. I circle round inside your belt.
On your way out, turn the lights out. Take your supermodels and your broken beer bottles. I don't care, party anywhere. I'm broke man, possibly beyond repair.