Come on like gangbusters
Layin' it thick,
Abourious Slistack,
Lost in the sticks,
It's warm for a witch trial,
Don't you agree,
Cold of the hands that'll never touch me.
You've got the energy
Of a classic creep,
With s** bombs for miles,
And shark eyes asleep,
No intuition,
No need to stoop,
Poor as a man who is selling my youth.
A one-minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped beyond the first bar
For all of your hassle
What did you win?
Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin
You criticise life
You criticise pain
You criticise situations you've never been in
The dames with the dilettantes
Will come soon enough
All right
The panic is leaking
From every clear pore
You're Emma's weakened acetylene torch(?)
Surrender the crucifix
On the scorpal arise
Alright
I'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier
From Baltimore
Baltimore
Layin' it thick,
Abourious Slistack,
Lost in the sticks,
It's warm for a witch trial,
Don't you agree,
Cold of the hands that'll never touch me.
You've got the energy
Of a classic creep,
With s** bombs for miles,
And shark eyes asleep,
No intuition,
No need to stoop,
Poor as a man who is selling my youth.
A one-minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped beyond the first bar
For all of your hassle
What did you win?
Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin
You criticise life
You criticise pain
You criticise situations you've never been in
The dames with the dilettantes
Will come soon enough
All right
The panic is leaking
From every clear pore
You're Emma's weakened acetylene torch(?)
Surrender the crucifix
On the scorpal arise
Alright
I'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier
From Baltimore
Baltimore