Walkin' On My Own

War In Me

My war. Life's too short to be sober. Drunk with power. live my life inside a hangover. The war in me. . I'll raise the dead up from the grave. I'll break the rules and jump the claim.

Why Does It Always

I love the smell of you on me in the morning. I love the taste of whisky on your breath. That's right. I love that you could give me when you're talking dirty.

Who Am I

Welcome To My Life

I fell asleep last Saturday. Underneath polluted skies. I walked alone in those Jersey nights. And I. Saw the board walk start to fall. The empty ness starts to drown.

When We Shall Touch

Falling, just angels falling. (When) we shall touch, the worlds will shake when these. Touch down and storm. . Just angels falling. And if I don't make the climb to the higher times know.

Where Do You Go To My Lovely

You talk like Marlene Dietrich. And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire. Your clothes are all made by Balmain. And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

With Razorblades

Gut the little shits, shred them to bits. Cowardly pricks and their vanishing tricks. Linger, linger fingers on your throat's trigger. Linger, linger fingers and the heap gets bigger.