He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
he wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
He is poised to a very strange degree
wrapped up in emotional imagery
small and senseless, on an alter ego trip
he wants to alter your every ego trip
"Nothing personal
nothing to see me
nothing doing
nothing with me
nothing much
and nothing to do with me"
He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
he wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
He is awash in competing theories
he's glad to be out of the house
it's that time of the evening
"I need to have some feelings"
"I'm all surface tension
present tension
keeps you going
gets you nowhere
no pretension
worst person singular"
He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
he wants to cry till the stars in his eyes are dead
Because the message is cheap and exhilarating
now he's slobbering on the gla**
a s**istic boy, having a world wide wa*k
he says "well, that's very punk of me"
"Nothing personal
nothing to see me
nothing doing
nothing with me
nothing much
and nothing to do with me "
He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
he wants to cry till the stars in his eyes are dead