Cut it out Your self-inflicted pain It's getting too routine The crowds are catching on To the self-inflicted song Well, here we go again The art of acting
There's a ghost in my bed She cries in her sleep She says I won't let her leave I lie perfectly still As she stifles her tears I don't want to disturb
you stop speaking for me. I'm writing songs to entertian, But these people... they just want pain. They want to hear my deepest sins The songs from the ugly organ
So he would sulk and drink and mope And cross his arms and hope to die. And then a fairy came one night To bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled
Harold walks down any street of this town Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift His legs twitch The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and
"now I can't stop the monster I've created"
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming Blood boiling & steaming There are things far too dark to comprehend Sleep on it one more
confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony
I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again Sing along I'm on the ugly organ so let's begin There
end your selfish games. Will you lose your touch? Will you be enough to take control? To take control, to take control. You are the keys to my organ
good that the world still exists Tra dwi ar ben fy hun 'ma ar y l? While I'm on my own here on the road Organ yn dy geg! Organ in your mouth! Wel, dwi
Moving as an unknown too forgiving No one left to bother when I rebuild it There is nothing in between Born unraveled at the seams Lost where others
The people come and lay down on the ground They want to hear all the beautiful sounds Of the organ player But in the crowd is a bitter young man He can
Will you stare, will you stare as the final curtain starts to fall Will you watch, will you watch with closing eyes, with closing eyes Everyone, everyone
Un vieil orgue de Barbarie Est venu jouer l'autre jour Sous ma fenetre, dans la cour Une ancienne chanson d'amour Et pour que rien, rien ne varie, Amour