Paroles:
Lewd Acts

Making arrangements the starch the bleach no roses grow on the grave where we celebrate i'm going to wear white to your funeral needles pushing

Oh this hymn sings no praise of the lost days when youth's brains were sun-bathed on sundays and thesepews going to give our backsides slivers

Thirteen walking and i'm walking and i'm stomping the street trying to penetrate the asphalt with my feet oh, know getting so old when you're

I am a man who is rotten and forgotten living with handfuls and landfills of regrets while she stand there stabbing me in the chest with each subtle

Things fade so fast this happiness won't last the sun goes down the bird goes up white flags at half-mast no need to stop the bleeding open-mouthed

Heart's been running on empty ever since that day you fucking left me how could things turn out this way? no good-bye's you're gone and that's it

1, 2, GET LEWD! I've got a sprained shoulder and a disheveled interior from throwing haymakers at a stranger in the mirror there's no way he could