Sangtekster:
Stemme Lied

hard on me I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you ask for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell

is the falling of each tear I think about the thing I've done, I know it wasn't right They'll bury Flo tomorrow, but they're hanging me tonight They're hanging

're wrong And don't sell me Stories that music's a lady It's not when the singer's alone At the end of a song At the end of a song, there's no one After

Tread slowly from the car to the spa Like a weary war-torn refugee Crossing the border with her starving child It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu

He swallered a frog and hollered "Yum yum" He slid down the hillside and darted his tongue He entered the garden on this bright moonlight night And he

now," they say, "your ordeal's nearly over Your life's as good as ended," but I hear their voices waver Once more the ?board is shaked? and again I hang

Understand we bleed now and then in overt capsules well-dressed before the slaughter dark Judas pimps the fold make us see freedom knife fuck the

Bitter fish in crude oil sea You don't have to bother me You just have to join in on this song Crawling people on your knees Don't take this so seriously

my grave/oh carry me/carry me to my grave/ The song of madness madly crying to her The song of madness shot like lightning through us The song of madness