by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the
Live at the Club Logo, Hamburg, February 22, 1995) I was standing by my window On a cold and cloudy day When i saw the hearse come rollin' For to take
them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and
ones With the punctured lungs, And all the rest With deflating breasts After long and dull debate Decided that it would be best To scatter ounces for
I'm a miserable individual Cos we break up continual, like Nextel cellular signal I've given you knowledge that goes beyond your understanding But you blanket yourself in myth and missed
wisdom and sorcery from the beginning of time magnificent mworks are forged for gods and for mighty kings Uncrushable shields powerbelts and magic rings Swords that never miss
Autumn leaves join in a bittersweet chorus A hymn so inspired as if to inform us they're leaving soon She sends a kiss that we just barely miss Before
lookin' for I ain't your chosen one I got no one to throw this at For to blame myself For comin' home with my flask in hand Now full of fiery hell This is my confessionary hymn