BLACK LIKE THE BEST, HORROR MOVIE ALLEYWAY

DARK AND SHINY, LIKE THE WET TAR,

ON A SIDE STREET PARKING LOT



FULL OF HOPE, LIKE A DOG IN THE POUND

BUT TRULY HOPELESS, CAUSE I WON'T HELP



I DON'T CRY FOR THEM, BUT I DO CRY

FOR THE PEOPLE THEY WERE, IN A TIME BEFORE



I CAN'T BABY-SIT THE WORLD, ALTHOUGH I'D LIKE TO

A HARSH REALITY THAT HURTS ME MORE EVERY TIME



I'M SORRY



THERE'S DEAD FLOWERS ON THE TABLE

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A JUNKIES EYES

WHEN THERE'S DEAD FLOWERS ON THE TABLE