lean back and watch the show

cuz when it´s over I´ll have to go

the memories of this lonely street

her movemets came out through the sheets

I drove so close, I felt the breath

of nicotine and innocence

lazy day with video

colored back, enjoying coke



talking shit is what I´m paid for

kissing schol girls on thestage

killing flies and drowning sparrows

the show gets hot when they are crying



why can´t I find the spot

of never-ending title shot

thank hell that I can tell

the city girls from raspberries

psychological theories

of ultra fucking siamese

wasted in the sumer shade

bathing in the dead man´s blaze



purple sweat drops frommy candle

the way she smiles into the camera

rainy days behinde the tv

giant cheese-cakes take away my fantasy



please touch his soul

please heal his soul

please touch his wounds

please take off your clothes