Look at me, I'm on the tele-V How could this be? It's me on Channel 3 Shiny shoes and shiny hair My stylist told me what to wear She said to smile and
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Open letter to the editor... here it comes... I'm sick and tired of this god damn love crap I'm sick and tired of this alligator love trap Hey October
You've heard it all before You're locking up Your door Apologies are not accepted And things are the way we left them When I place these pieces In front
Welcome to the revolution, the new rock revolution I am right, and you are wrong Every dynasty will fall, a great big fall Let's tear the wall brick
Staring off, into outer-space Stumbling, creating my entity One that is, not belonging in my Kino sphere I want to perfect the art of doing nothing I
Maybe you'll jump into My ship and blast away Over the blueish sky Into out starry night We'll travel to the moon Over the Milky Way Straight for orion
...stuck on you if I'm the one for you, then you'll be the one for me ohh sweetie, honey I don't have lots of money To shower you with gifts from brazil
I want to slice my life into a thousand pieces I want to stab this pen into the side of my wrist I want to end it all in a bloody, bloody mist I want
Look at me, I'm on the tele-v How could this be, it's me on channel 3 Shiny shoes, and shiny hair My stylist told me what to wear She said to smile and
she wants to be in magazines and be beautiful for everyone to see it's raining in her room again so she turns off the TV she wants to be on movie screens
I don't want to die 'til i'm twenty-six Live in my house Way up in the hills You're never, never, never Going to gain control Your life is empty If
I feel as nervous as a Christian scientist One with a severed artery across his wrist Maybe we'll stop the bleeding, but it's sure to infect Who ever
: Look at me, I'm on the tele-v How could this be, it's me on channel 3 Shiny shoes, and shiny hair My stylist told me what to wear She said to smile