lean back and watch the show
cuz when it´s over I´ll have to go
the memories of this lonely street
her movemets came out through the sheets
I drove so close, I felt the breath
of nicotine and innocence
lazy day with video
colored back, enjoying coke
talking shit is what I´m paid for
kissing schol girls on thestage
killing flies and drowning sparrows
the show gets hot when they are crying
why can´t I find the spot
of never-ending title shot
thank hell that I can tell
the city girls from raspberries
psychological theories
of ultra fucking siamese
wasted in the sumer shade
bathing in the dead man´s blaze
purple sweat drops frommy candle
the way she smiles into the camera
rainy days behinde the tv
giant cheese-cakes take away my fantasy
please touch his soul
please heal his soul
please touch his wounds
please take off your clothes
