Just when I thought I caught a break. My label goes outta' business. What kinda' shit is that? Huh?. What kinda' shit is that? Damn. . Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh-huh. Ooh, ooh. Yeah, heh. (We need some help on aisle 10). . I see you at my job. (Uh-huh). You carrying yourself so well. (So well). I made myself a promise.
I am an astronaut falling through the night. I am an astronaut lost beyond your sight. I am an astronaut letting go and holding tight. I am an astronaut just don't ask me why.
All I want for Christmas is my methadone. All I want for Christmas is to be left alone. All I want for Christmas is a free ride home. All I want for Christmas is heart to turn to stone.
Stress can breed a psychopath. You're all that calms me down. I forget that I'm a mess when you're around. Please can you be home tonight. Say its not over yet.
Anarchy, your wish is my command. I'll free the atom from it's cell. And place it in your hand. Reach beneath my coat of winter fat. And tear my beating heart out.
Sweep the black super market. Sweep it up with your teeth. Put your feather in a box. (Take off, take off). Send it off to me. . I smell oxygen, precious.
Failure is angular, it isn't circle shaped, every fucked mistake I made. When I abandoned her and with my wand like sex, I cast a horrid hex. I laid a curse on her, a curse on her.
All the pretty boys you call. Wont keep you warm at all when winter hits the fall. Hair doth not a lover make. Your gentle lashes shake. Your dainty ankles quake.
They're turning away from me. Backstabbing places they roam. My friends are just neighbors. That steal from me when I'm not home. I am so damn trusting I do not see their malice.
Thank God I don't think out loud. Too many thoughts in my head right now. Mostly concerning the moonlight. And it's dance across your neck. I'm out of practice...and you smell like roses..
When I watch you, wanna do you. Right where you're standing, yeah. Right on the foyer, on this dark day. Right in plain view, oh yeah. . Of the whole ghetto, the boot-stomped meadows.
Staring out the window of our tour bus. And it's just the horny driver and us. Sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss. Talking 'bout our friendly border drug bust.
There's no face that looks at me. With eyes that recognize. I'm a man in no man's land. A tree in open sea. . There's a form that looks at me. I can't recall it's form.
Admit it. Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance. And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs. You know nothing about art or sex. That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine.
Look through my eyes. behind my disguise. and you'll find a place with no grace. all there is left in this colorless room. is the echo of sadness and blue.
The tide rolls by and I wonder why I felt inclined to try. My starry eyes were sacrificed, the sea divides. But I don't wanna get lost in the ocean. I don't wanna get lost in the ocean now.
And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,. Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.. And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,.
there is a certain type of genius. who is proud to know so much. he skipped a thousand showers. cause he doesn't need to touch. he hides his bastard faces.
Can you tell me. Were you a bird in another life. Cause you flew away so quickly and with so much ease. Flapping your wings as you spread your beak to sing.