I'm slightly worried about you, but, in order to fit in:
Call me back at ten,
Say it like you really mean it,
It's over.
I will be replaced,
I will be your two time loser,
It's over.
Can we rate distaste?
I just love those self abusers,
It's over.
Translate all the shades,
I've been living off dried water,
It's over.

I can't recognise your ways,
I got a simple symbolic gaze,
Cos it's true,
Is that you?
I need some of that red wine for my soul.

Throw it down in pen,
You've gotta scrawl it like a real team leader,
It's over.
Scratch it back and then,
Then you'll get yourself a dealer,
It's over.

I can't recognise your ways,
I got a simple symbolic gaze,
Cos it's true,
Is that you?
I need some of that red wine for my soul.

As the sky comes down and I need a lady,
As the sky comes back I can scream 'Oh Yeah!',
Synchronise my walk with this talking fool,
And i'll pull it off again,
Now we're all long dead so I need you right now,
Just forget this past burn those sacred cows,
Cos this broken chain is a full ink well,
So let's re-write our last chance.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 6 Dec 2011, 19:32, Reply)