Somewhere there in between The dirty sex and the faded jeans I caught a glimpse of a man that I used to be It scared the living shit out of me I must
From the police to the priests and the project yards They're calling out asking me to change They're telling me to be so afraid My little brother is
In the middle of the night I can do it just right It seemed like a good idea at the time And the morning light Will sting blind With all the things that
a little time To blow, like a bit fucking volcano Spewing knives and venom and poisonous two headed toads With words uglier that your face and the lies you're telling me
Is there anything right worth saving? The old bits are feeble and gray The oil-covered fish are buildings with bombs and decay I've got hand full of
