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