I remember drinking at the dam. With the jarheads on the other side. Warm beer and tearing up the cans. And all of us yelling abuse. Cutting school to go drinking at the dam.
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife. Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife. For the first time in your life. Wear your blouse undone to hear. And your skirt split up to here.
The curtain slaps in the wind. A human sound of fleshy flesh. Little fists pummel absently. To birth the spirit in the room. . The wind it seems to lick.
And so I dance in dirty pants. A drink in my hand. No shirt and broken tooth. Barefoot and beaming. . The crowd is stomping. Stomping a song. For me to dance to.
There are some terrible gossips in this town. There are some terrible gossips in this town. With jaws like vices. And eyes like drains. . There are some little weasels in this town.
I hate men with connections. I hate your connections. I said, I don't like your connections. . I don't like your connections. I hate men with connections.
Saving all your money for fame. Giving everything, giving everything. You hate ones face. And hope that others will love the other. So many shadows under my eyes.
I know your teeth have gnashed through death. Still you come to me. So gently. Find a soft place on your body. And rub me with it. Oh, this I won't soon forget.
Cold blooded old times. Cold blooded old times. Cold blooded old times. . The type of memories. That turn your bones to glass. Turn your bones to glass.
Oh whoa (x4). . Well you're a wild horse. On a collision course. With the sun. (repeat). . I wanted to ride that wild horse. Into the sun. (repeat). .
There's a hunger in my hands. I try to rub in into your body. But I don't believe in this. I don't believe in you. I don't believe in me. . I came blue, came blue.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. . Hold on, hold on with a grip so tight. It dams my blood, makes my head feel light. Well, hearts will start and hearts will stop.
I was not woken by the rooster. Nor by the crow's tough song. But the midnight cry of a blood red bird. Brought this sleeplessness on. . Threw open the window.
Every girl I've ever loved. Has wanted to be hit. Every girl I've ever loved. Wanted to be hit. Every girl I've ever loved. Has wanted to be hit. Every girl I've ever loved.
When I was seven. I asked my mother. To trip me to the bay. And put me on a ship. And lower me down. Lower me out of here. . Because when I was seven.
Bloody rag and a broken string of pearls. On your bathroom floor. When I overheard your mother say. "maybe she's just a late bloomer". But what she didn't know was.
I saw you standing there. With your hand in his hair. And his hand in. Your back pocket. I couldnt help but stare. . I wanted to tell you. That I was back in school.
I feel like an astronaut. Suffocating on the moon. So far from home. Encased in this plastic dome. I can barely see the earth from here. I cut my tether willingly.