Wide eyed Open mouthed Blank faced Low clouds Long walk Up from hell But I came back Back unbent What it means Is that I'm good That much Is understood But all in the room Is dark because Life is no longer what it was
Lawrence of Suburbia Real life is murder Wake up from Utopia On it again All aboard the moneytrain
Everyday As a rule I'm distant I'm cool Not the same As before I've folded up suicide In four But this dirty sun Shining down Pierce the dark And the sound All you'll see Is a tightlipped smile On a scared little man As the train runs wild...
