This whiskey sour, amateur hour. Raise your glass and toast your friends. Someday we will fight again. . Well, your enemies, your tragedies. Pocket knives and rusty chains.
I'm rottin' inside. My flesh turns to dust. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?. . I'm so sick to death. Tumors in my head. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?.
I've got a really bad disease. It's got me begging on my hands and knees. So, take me to emergency. 'Cause something seems to be missing. . Somebody take the pain away.
I always waste my time just wondering. What the next man thinks of me. I'll never do exactly what I want. And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance.
Hey can you hear me?. I'm calling your name. Hello? Or is this goodbye?. The gleam in your eyes. It troubles my brain. Will I see it again?. So I can rest my head.
I don't believe in the apocalypse. I don't believe in the end of time. I don't believe in the solar eclipse. I don't believe in valentines. . I don't believe I asked opinion.
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store. I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more. I'm gonna spend all the money she had. On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine.
Reto, you're a technical whiz. Masturbating with computers. For a legion of kids. Reto, you're a solid state. A microchip and designer tape. . Oh, Reto, where did you come from?.
14th Street, booze and swallow. I'm gonna drown my sorrow. Dirty floors and sticky tables. For the willing and the able. . All the zombies on a hot Friday night.
Baby's in her hour of darkness. Everything she feels is hopeless. Disconnected from the dancehall. Tripping on her heart of purple. . Is this passion or.