Well, you try so hard to keep him. Keep him next to you. With all you have to go through. It's all that you can do. And those books that you've been reading.
Hey Hey Davy Brown. You weren't born a killer. But ya can't tell it now. . Take that shotgun. Saw it on down. You're one bloody bastard Davy Brown. . One step ahead of that hangman's noose.
I tried to think of what to give you on this special day. Maybe a hundred roses. Maybe a photogragh. What's in my heart forever. Or just some ugly picture of my big fat head.
FE-TISH-A. Day glow all of you. Made for those little sick ones. Played out in super drag. Mistreat another piece of you. . Pleasing you was a trick. Raping you all with a stick.
Denied. (Words and music: Jay Gordon/Amir Derakh/Bobby Hewitt/Ryan Shuck/Paige Haley). . It's Cold being your lover. So cold. I'm tired of being your lover.
Wake me from this altered state. My futures' looking brighter all the time. I'm stumbling and delirious. Somethings' changed since the teenage days. I'm growing into my own.
It's in my head everyday,. A braindead revolution. Mixed up in so many ways,. But it translates the same,. It translates the same.. Too bad you get nothing back.
You're just another pretty face. In a room full of whores. No, you don't mean much. You used to be so naive, catatonic. Now you seem to be. So much better than before.
I caught their sparkle from the runway. Such a fool for the Amazon. Nothing's wrong but it's just not right. The three of us in the naked light. . No chance for psychotic solutions.
Found out you're really something they talk about you. Then turn your confidence against you now, into nothing. . Grinning from the daze. Petrified and blazed.
Dissention Remix. . found out you're really something. they talk about you. then turn your confidence. against you now. into nothing. grinning from the daze.
Found out you're really something. They talk about you. They turned your confidence against you now. Into nothing. Days burn the days. I'd survive and blaze.
It's cold being your lover. So cold. I'm tired of being your lover. It's cold, it's cold, so cold.. It's cold. . [ Chorus ]. Denied denied denied denied.
Alright I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo. And I'm five years old or six maybe. And indications that there's something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily.
The reception's gotten fuzzy.. The delicate balance has shifted.. Put on your gloves and black pumps.. Let's pretend the fog has lifted.. Now you see me, now you don't..
We stank of hair dye and ammonia.. We sealed ourselves away from view.. You were looking at the void and sat unblinking.. The best that i could do was to train my eyes on you..
Brave young cowboys of the near north side. Mount those bridge rails. Ride all night. Scream when captured. Arch your back. Let this whole town hear your knuckles crack.
Readin' my paper in Ray's cafe. The ol' guy next to me is loud as day. Rambled and rambled while eatin' his pie. He dropped his wallet, now its mine uh huh.
You're making enemies. Like Don Giovanni. You're making enemies. Like Don Giovanni. Don killed Anya's father in a brutal swordfight. The old man regrouped and came back from the dead.