This is part of your make-up To look as though to call With eyes in front
of your mirror Your taste is rough As the show you
know
Well
Lay on your back And I go and think it
over Now Come out your land and see
Feeling nothing but
heaven The world Coloured you like she does Without them who always
crush you madly Well what have you done In your cloned
living**
Well
Even if it's sad Then I'll go off hand it
over Well Here is the way to
feel
It's impossible out there Well It's impossible in here You
know
Seeing nothing but halo's Won't keep you strong Like the
storm With angels looking for hangman What they want She figured
out This dark raving man Well
Lay on your back And I go off
it's over Well Lay on your back and
scream