作曲 : Bohm, Ryder
The future seems so blurry at Lulu's Alibi
Where you sip your scalding tea
Life is ordinary; you bend down to tie your lace
You better stay there on your knees
The truth is rarely pure and never simple, dear
Wish I could throw up all my tainted fears
You give up pretending
And I stare at the stain on my shirt, it's been so long
And I start comprehending when you talk about Michelle
How I'd like to break her neck
The truth is rarely pure and never simple, dear
Wish I could throw up all my tainted fears