A haze is in bloom
Alone in my room
And the only relief is that you`re not here too
The moon is on fire
The night of the living assholes
A truth has been born, it`s tattered and torn
Think it over...
Brendan`s afraid
That Sheila got laid
She crashed and she burned all the plans that he`d made
Now he`s tossin` `em down like some suicidal clown
And I`m fuckin` bored
Of being a lifeguard
So, kick it over...
Is that a foot in your mouth?
Or are you just glad to see me?
Yeah, I`ve been waiting all night
For someone to come and bore me
What part of the word no
Do you have trouble understanding?
Oh, baby, baby, I gotta go
My lights are flashing, my ship is sailing
I think my train is derailing
Sometimes I feel like a clown
Sometimes I feel like a saviour
I guess that don`t justify my anti-social behaviour
But there`s a wire in my head
A white lightning solution
Forget the books that I`ve read
I`ll kick your teeth in, you beat my head in
Wait for the wisdom to set in
It`s such a gas
Slumming with the working class
For painters and sisters
Let`s wind him up and see if he cracks
The street`s full of glass
The night of the living assholes
Don`t waste your energy on me
You fuckin` phony p.b.
Or I`ll kick it over...
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