a god Never sigh for better world It`s already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night "If you read this line, remember not
knocked on our door and said "Last night we brought in seven dead and fourteen wounded" And would we come down to the base hospital And see the boys,
out I'm really not so with you anymore I'm just a ghost So I can't hurt you anymore, so I can't hurt you anymore! And now, you wanna see how far down
. I'm really not so with you anymore. I'm just a ghost, So I can't hurt you anymore, So I can't hurt you anymore. And now, you wanna see how far down
end, the party's gone, the party's done, the party's over Children, you'd better go home This ain't no place anymore for little girls or little boys Not
the street This is the show that dishes the dirt on the dirt Strictly no rock star bullshit on my show I don't review pop anymore I talk about anything
boys to drag them down to hell The boys have seen too much And now their death will be their silence The freaks have caskets fashioned for the little boys
were the same, now here's the score You love him to much, and they don't love him anymore Or did you have to choose a number Or because your not bein
24's 7's all that we know Screens and neon lights gon show When my trunk unlock pop and show Ya already know Paint drippin off the door Not engaged with
he shrieks with delight A tendency for the younger ones Little boys so unaware Exploring orafices with unholy lust Alive then dead, the molestation continues Screaming boys
it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life I can't hide the monster anymore
There's something at the bottom of the black pool, I daren't dredge it up not while the weather's still cool, It's a feathered thing, its origins are
And drift through Deep Space 9 type shit To find this I've been around for as long as sound I've been to that not so fresh faze And that not so serious
all is not in always what you see army featherweights are bully boys without homes I recognise the mastermind device the end of everything a?? you're dead
that on the album you better live it Or give that shit a rest I'm tired of you motherfuckers not gettin' put to the test And I'm not believing' that