the lotion Let the sun shine in Admire the holes with shaded eyes And fry again And ping one down Let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal Ping one down
She had perfect eyes That's all she had And in the these perfect skies Makes you glad She has alibis And they're not bad And in these perfect skies Makes
, some cigarettes, some dope I think I'm coming round, can you help me up to cope Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I've been thinking one thing But
And I have been for 33 years or more So kill me, I will die without it It's like this wherever I go So we crashed down in BB's Keep quiet because the
There's a place out near the Eighties South of the border, west of the sun And if we send out all the A-team Silhouettes will creep out of the dark There
There came a sound concocted by demons A sound like metal and blood She's strangling cats with horses up there I've had enough, it's time to die Do
Wakin' up at nine looks at his paper Can't deal with what he sees All the troubled lives the talk of the ages He's crawlin' back to bed Don't take a
