Quarter of century passing by
All my lovers telling lies
Hair's not white, third eye blind
No more tears, I survive
Sharp knife, oil fries
Proud bitches, broken nights
Fasten me tie, drill me light
Final lap, I'm alive
Leave me high, suck me dry
C'mon pot of weed get me hite
Angry fire, kick and fight
From the lung screaming sigh
Grey clouds fly, I won't cry
Deep-sea dive, my head will be high



Originally posted: 2000-08-16 20:58:00