Teksty:
Creighton Doane

(Doane) We could be friends for a little while but don't get too attached you'll just get pulled apart that's just the way it will be with me It's in

(Doane) I don't go sour Or make you sick When it's the real thing you can't eat it up so quick Let it season Let it age You can't expect to rock before

(Doane) This is a letter from the grave From a patient you couldn't save Your deviation has deviated I don't want to be what you've created Dear Frankenstein

(Doane) If she thinks she can do better she probably can If she thinks you have the answer She'll start to question her man If you make her think she

(Doane) Everything looks darkest just before the dawn I was the living dead cut to shreds Like clipping on the lawn & it's hard to believe you get exactly

(Doane) He's like a pornstar in a pop song With a melody everybody can sing along She wants a rockstar in her right hand So she can give a wave to all

(Doane) There is no beauty like your beauty there's no scent like the smell of your clothes there is no comparing and there never will be there is no

(Doane) Get up late and laz around Put off stuff, and think too much again Wonder why you'd want to be with me Make list of a hundred things I hate about

(Doane) What's that in your eye something's got you down swear it was a tear from a crying clown You can talk to me I can sit and listen offer sympathy