Lyrics:
i'm a freak That no one could understand! You are the center of my fascinating morbid paintworks Composed of flesh, bones and blood! Thinking i'm
paintwork with nothin' but their own bare hands They like to polish up my paintwork with nothin' but their own bare hands When they rub it good and hard,
a saint's not in fashion Like renaissance paintwork, it's gone with the wind Are we friends or foes? It feels criminal, to decide that and up and leave But
Reykjavik where MES hung out When in Iceland. --ed.] [* [From Paintwork]
She's weaving from car to car Checking the doors Leaving, leaving bloody handprints on the paintwork All locked shut Drops to her knees gasping
christened me lonely, I pretended to falter And I burnt scented candles there And I hung some good pictures where The paintwork was perfect so no-one could
the paintwork What the fuck is all this stuff? There's the road sign stolen From Quick Shag Street Shirts, and skirts, posters CDs, comedy coasters, broken TV
Excuse me while I Touch up the paintwork on my prison bars Paint them blue like the sky So nobody tries to break out See him drive through the blaze
bleed into the paintwork Leaving me the secrecy to greedily embrace hurt My brain hurts and my thoughts are pounding I was: Bound by War then I caught
at them and then we sailed away Then the dead men fouled the scuppers And the wounded filled the chains And the paintwork all was spatter-dashed, With other
want to move on but I know when to stay Oh you can stand there all day, you can shoulder the blame But they're spoiling the paintwork and they're ruining
his flies Mould on the ceiling A blackening sky Peeling off the paintwork As it multiplies Boggy swamp The walls of the basement are pasted with
i'll break first I get my post in my socks and boxers Admiring my paintwork Lifes either at the the speed of light or at snail's pace Sunlight like this
It's true Round here has seen better days Broken dreams run from the architecture Peeling the paintwork and staining the pavements Not like The times
It's true Round here has seen better days Broken dreams run from the architecture Peeling the paintwork and staining the pavements Not like The times
It's true Round here has seen better days Broken dreams run from the architecture Peeling the paintwork and staining the pavements Not like The times
place we can hide That me and my men we'd all die in our prime I searched for conspiracy in my church's paintwork Now I admit I was wrong cbout the word
the drawbridge Walk across the chocolate Here citrus cumin and cinna-apples quote the paintwork Enjoy the penguin Behind the bearings honey descends through hills
nonsense, so fresh and so clean And the gleam on that paintwork is ever so mean Ever so cold, still never sold out And they didn't know then But I bet they
flew I wondered what my friends might say When I showed a photograph to them at school MIDDLE 2 Four funnels straight and true Her paintwork bright
She is trapped in a constant mania I am trapped in a small dark room Hearing her laugh through the bricks and paintwork Hearing her laugh like
This shop sells everything You ever really need I'm standing looking up At the sign above this Twenty-four months ago The paintwork was
(willcox) Baby, baby, baby, baby 1, 2, 3 Oh never mind Pr..pr..pr..pressing my heel of my shoes Into your paintwork Shattering determination Brick
a long lost picture of the car we used to run Cotton candy colored paintwork looked so faded in the sun And that 6 o clock sunrise you always used
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