in your world Or could it ever work Janine? Oh could you be my girl? Heaven is for easy girls, heaven is for easy girls Heaven is for sluts so say the
be divine but your eyes they are suspect. This passion too big for its frame, this closeness not enough This world, too small for this shame and this tenderness is
love in your world Or could it ever work Janine? Oh could you be my girl? Heaven is for easy girls, heaven is for easy girls Heaven is for sluts so say
a freeway Love must test out its mettle alone on a freeway, alone on a freeway Its true, they slow, these instances More than maps show, our distance is
and get breath, I love you is echoed from on high You're just trying to shine while you're still alive But your shimmer's ever dimmer all the more you strive Waiting for
poetry, their paintings and their radios Sad girl radio, sad girl radio Sad girl radio, sad girl radio Sad girls hate the mirror for all it shows and don't show Sad girls
the risk this job can pose It's the life he chose, it is the show of shows And the last thing that he hears is the echoes of their cheers The circus
put on loose fitting finery for the ultimate purge She will fast another night sink steadfast sink from sight You reach for her with all your might, but she sinks so fast for
She hums along to the room tone while she tidies up She'll harmonize with the room tone while she reads her book He works alone in the room tone and
There is a war on and all of the morons are winning, they are winning year to year. There is a war on and you're on the front lines grinning, you are
guy A cowering inferno set alight, powering a pirate satellite Were going for a ride Make it nice and easy now and no one ends up dead Make it nice and easy
stem. West Van girl, would you make the drive? I could make you come if you made me arrive. West Van girl there's a world across the shore. West Van girl
the arms of numbers. It's a clever mind that builds the bomb that builds the bomb That sets it off that cries for mom that cries for mom You're so stupid