Originally posted by: JetBlack69
Originally posted by: Walleye
Originally posted by: JetBlack69
Originally posted by: Walleye
night after night, we pretend it's all right, but i have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing's very much fun, anymore....
And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
I feeel... cold as a razorblade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drunk,
on to the bedroom and the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favorites,
dont look suprised this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days...
I feeel... cold as a razorblade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum,
Run to the bedroom inthe suitcase on the left, you'll find my favorite axe,
dont look so frightened this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days.
close 😛
i'm going from memory, i've never seen the lyrics, it's been 38 hours since i've slept, and the tracks i have on hand arent clean enough. leave me be. 😛