Think of salad days They were folly and fun They were good, they were young
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see
(brooker / reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that
me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Chorus: Word Salad, no ballad Word Salad, no ballad Diabolic
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Oh, I just found out, I've been tripping on the shadows of my doubts If you backed them up, the way we're taught to hide A rage that's ripping at me from
I remember, kneeling before Parts on the floor Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis But he'd left this building And I can't deny Since then I've wondered
The Kansas sun, behind I left everyone There was no getting over, no place to hide With a future as open wide As the shirt on Travolta in 'Staying Alive
well, cindy oleo - the margarine girl she says to me, "i don't like boys" i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understand so i stand
I said there's something in the way you move That makes me think that I'm in love with you There's something in the way you move That makes me think I
She lost herself when the meds kicked in Staring at a chair where her folks had been All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright' It's late and a stillness
You and I in a little toy shop I'll buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn Till one by one they were gone Back
down and out when i used to walk the same way home from school and i hoped i'd see her and then when i didn't i was crushed like the bully stole my lunch
I'd say for certain to watch over me Phone rings at half past three I'd say for certain to watch over me When the phone rings at half past three My mind
two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand please tell me how does it feel, how
she says, "he's writing a novel" i told her that's called smoking dope she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now she's got more
You've got to bring it down In my tribe, there's a way that everybody speaks In my town, there's a wall that no one there can see Nailed down, unwritten
when i had you too myself, i didn't want you around 'cause pretty faces always seem to stand out in the crowd but someone took you from the bunch, and
