Chapped lips wear me out again Now we're both playing with Pistols in our mouths And I break you up into bits on my tongue When I marry to the...
Wake. Wake Up You'll kick the bucket in your sleep In every little picture I was blind And these broken bits Of Alphabet Sprout black and twisted from my mind
We're bound to lose our heads With these friends around us.
Chapped lips wear me out again Now we're both playing with Pistols in our mouths And I break you up into bits on my tongue When I marry to the...
Wake. Wake Up You'll kick the bucket in your sleep In every little picture I was blind And these broken bits Of Alphabet Sprout black and twisted from my mind
We're bound to lose our heads With these friends around us.