The Great Gla** Elevator And deep under the allure is Tragic Skin Eyes Sunken In A travesty of trackmarks for a mojo pin Junkie Dens loaded with hungry eyes punk rock kin sratching skin so very high The great gla** elevator flies until you die There was an innocent time when they kicked it on trees But now what might have been never comes to be.... What Might Have Been Never Comes To Be There is so much you might have let the whole world see And broken dreams are like falling through the looking gla** And broken eyes look to the past which never pa**ed Are we in an empty world? Are we dressing up for no good? Are we shaking mad like the wailing wall? The wailing wall, the wailing wall give it to me wailing wall Copyright 2007 Beau Phillips