He had a drop dead girl
And he poisoned her
No one in the world believed her
The symbols of all evil
She had a face from a fairytale
And she had a grace unparalleled
But no one in the world believed her
So she took a spike and a needle
And she drove them into his spine
He stumbled back in time
Singing only the psychopaths aren't stupid
Boy you've got a gift you'd better fucking use it
Whatever you do don't shut your eyes
You'll see the pictures of a dead man's bride
Of a spectre scorned when she'll realise
And she's striking you down, down from all sides
He was a simple man
If he saw a spark he ran
He'd chase after it for miles
Get a grip and cling for a while
Until one day the spark exploded
And his self-belief eroded
The final page in a drop dead thesis
Told of a foolish spark lover in pieces
Whatever you do don't shut your eyes
You'll see the pictures of a dead man's bride
Of a spectre scorned when she'll realise
And she's striking you down, down from all sides
That boy is one unbalanced kid
That boy is so damn talented
He should be reaping offers
But he's ripping his, ripping his, ripping his mind to shreds
Whatever you do don't shut your eyes
You'll see the pictures of a dead man's bride
Of a spectre scorned when she'll realise
And she's striking you down, down from all sides
Monday, 8 December 2008
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