Well I was sitting in my limousine drinking champagne, when this little girl knocked on my door. She was crying for my money and I told her: "Little
I'd like to tell the secret story of my vicious passion. You might turn your back on me, and find it out of the fashion. I've tried to hide it all
I'm on the roof of the house of ages. After you, breaking bars in the cages. Doom brought me here in a rolling chair. Under wheels it died but I will
becomes a gas all I have is what I need to give in songs I breathe and live the source will never leave gathering the best in everything.... in this travelogue
Coming home throw my leather jacket on the floor, drink a cup of coffee through a book... Ooh there is no one to spit on, except the little dirty picture