|
I'm leaving |
|
when? |
|
too soon |
|
i really think it's time we spoke as two |
|
i'm eating |
|
what? |
|
all your kills |
|
and sucking warm sweet milk from the mother ship |
|
swapping our disease it's come to this |
|
I'm a senator's son |
|
how |
|
how only kids playing cops |
|
tattooed my organ is this warhol |
|
so this is |
|
what? |
|
what's coming out |
|
and you don't bat an eyelid trash the can lid |
|
crash the poor phlyd crash it all |
|
connection keeps me crawling |
|
connection makes you sin |
|
don't know which kind of voice to use |
|
to say which love i'm in |
|
when i see her |
|
and she's walking down the street |
|
when i see her |
|
and she's talking and talking and talking and talking |
|
all night |
|
oh i never get it right |
|
oh i never get it right |
|
oh i never get it right |
|
oh i never get it right |
|
oh i never get it right |
|
oh i never get it right |
|
oh i never get it right |
