I fell in love with your crowd control,
Or it was pitty for your empty soul.

There's Ibiza sickness in this vomitarium, it brings me home on a wave of self mutilation.
Nakedness will be the liberation. Oh it's nice, very very nice; smells of ####.

I've been smiling so long they actually think I am enjoying myself.
Pain during wakeup, fun to be had at the stake hut with liver in your eyes,
Plastic cutlery provides the entertainment,
Out back is where you'll find me, swapping numbers with the night.

You're disgusting, but the sex is just sex in all its stagnant glory.

I can't be assed, face down in the grass. – Im everywhere.

It was a big day on fakery farm.
####### waste of body when they made me man.

I squashed the fairy and joined the pirates, suicide at the point of a hook, read the book of revelation.
Carried on the winds of want I'll cut it out, nurse it into innocence and hide it under my condition.
I'm too tired with paranoia to do anything but rest my head on its shoulder.

I found Jesus at the bottom of an ashtray, he was in drag and stroking his troubles away;
He sold me pills and taught me to fly.
He said, "I don't love you anymore, goodbye."

– He walked away covered in my ash, his skirt hitched in his tights.

It was beautiful when I got cancer, I started to dance.
Takes the piss out of life when you accept that death has got his hand on your ass.
You shaved your head to make me feel better;
It was a big day on fakery farm because I know your skull is pretty.

The score was settled until I walked in and you were lighting her cigarette.

LOVE LIFE LIKE A TRAMP LOVES THE SMELL OF #### THE WIND BRINGS IN.

I am the quiet parade, the clown dressed up to rival a bowl of fruit in color,
But no one cares because they know the smile is only makeup,
Pain during wakeup, fun to be had at the stake hut with liver in your eyes,
Plastic cutlery provides the entertainment,
Out back is where you'll find me, swapping numbers with the night.