I want you to talk 
Cross my heart honey 
I didn’t do it, you know 
I swear you it’s nothing but the bare truth, yeah. 
It sounds crazy ‘cause I love you 
but I hate you more and lovers cry where children die in wonderland 
(crazy setlers) 
Along the riverside ful of emptiness 
A procession floats on holy water 
Long live the freshly born swine, comon baby 
 
Beheading statues and diggin’ wels of love it had no sense 
Kiling Nancy was bad and wrong and beautiful it’s true 
I hate Andy for a 1000 things 
I’m a painted bird today tomorow 
 
Tomorow you walk on a sailor’s road, it’s a lonesome road 
Was it the season or your happines that made sick I want to spit out 
I don’t know where to go (x2) 
 
You took my king I was checkmated by the black-eyed queen 
You were the master and I was the slave so I made you red 
I’ve been crying out for more 
Who the hel you think you are baby ? 
I hate Andy that’s for sure 
Let’s get the hel out of here 
 
With my gun in my hand and my hand in my head 
I have reached the way, I was doomed to pray 
And you screamed it from above where the angel beats the dove 
It’s a lonesome road, it’s a holy road 
Indian summer at the creek 
Spirit wiling flesh is weak 
Love is hate, it’s been proved that 
Love is hate, love is hate 
And we go down, down the gunfree city 
 
I stumbled acros your one man’s room and your single bed 
I saw your book of fairy tales but I pointed at the wrong supersticious hel 
And the cry was fading out 
was fading out.