this is an instrumental, i.e. there are no lyrics
you can go kill yourself don't matter to me since
two generation gaps between us, two parents in one, i
jesus h. christ sang a song about love, but nobody
hey bug are you tryin' to go to sleep? windows
flames burning, steam rising, my appetite grows hot. and she
i thought you could take me away for a minute,
both of my hands, they got the white knuckles from
bathing in the blue light nightmare of the t.v. war.
when it adds up to nothin' it makes you wonder
she spent the money on a loaf of wonderbread, and
