building inside me I don't even want to think All I want to do is sleep 'Cause I'm bitter when I wake up I don't even want to think All I want to do
be Frustration building in side me I dont even want to think all I want to do is sleep Cuz i bitter when I wake up
Översättning: Bed. Bitter.
rather be Frustration building in side me I dont even want to think all I want to do is sleep Cuz i bitter when I wake up
Was it something that I spilt on my new continental quilt or what? Could it have been a bad dream that creptin bed & made me scream or what? What attracted
to D and Run But if you wanna step up, step up and get that ass done A reporter with recorder was recordin' the slaughter As I'm peepin 'cross the border leapin' water keepin' order Lit
Lets get this shit started man, (uh), J.R. Writer I'm in the buildin' YO, yo yo, From the baggage to baggages Shook them baggages had 'em lit To me passin
(Lawrence Gowan) As the glow from the ashes Lit the faces of the people passing by They saw the victims die (they saw the victims die) When the news hit
ship to nowhere sailing I fell apart, an actor in a play Whose memory was failing I can't live on the ocean Or in the corner of a half-lit stage I can
their cries Ignore their cries Now close the door And leave it Nothing went wrong The Archangel is falling Mourners split Take heart of grace A ghostly candle light Lit
up straight Grinned and shook his velvet hips Callin' himself King Electric In the evening he went wild Played on a dozen stages In the clubs of New York Lit
am, I am, I am) I'm not miserable So the hymns that I sung Prayers for the fucked From a bitter, forked tongue Sing of history now Though the corners are lit
You used to have dreams of setttin the world on fire All you want now is peace of mind Chorus: And a beautiful racket, it whispers and roars The bitter
of the wood And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off and the sky is weirdly lit And the
war Till it's right there at your door An' suddenly your hands are bloody I was seeking to possess Now another girl's caress Is on your flesh The bitterness
