Letras:
S S Wesley

"Oh, help me in my weakness" I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away "My trip hasn't been a pleasant

I have to leave the room Another accident statistic While the big bass drum goes boom There's an apocalypse now on station road If there's a nuclear

sing him love's sweet song' Cinders said to snow white 'charming's only letting off steam He's a gentleman And we're only a gentleman's dream' Amy said

's all your fault I'm sorry that I wrote this song It's all your fault, it's all my fault It won't be long There's some rifle sights high on the eiffel

It's alright It's alright It's alright tonight Because it's all performed for the idiot's delight It's all performed for the idiot's delight Because it's

whatever's inside Though we try to harmonize with different singers When we're out of tune at least we'll know we've tried Baby, it's a hopeless feeling

a quiet way and a quiet wife I don't say so much, if there's nothing to say I just watch the silence blow the day away I put the TV on but there's nothing

's an island, that's for sure And it looks like the world Just ran out of things to say So now give me some of the people's drug Give me some of the people's

, talking vulgar He's doing time in jail He's doing time in jail He's doing time in jail He's doing time in jail He's doing time in jail He's doing time