Been around
Been around too many times
Now it's time to face the music
Time to unwind
I see the wild ones start to run
And there's a bullet in the gun
I can't be holding on
I want to go
I want to go far from here
And I can't stop the feeling
That you've been mistaken
A house can be vacant
And lived in the same time
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I'm too lazy
To quiet my mind
A million years
Thoughts of revenge
Black sheep, white sheep
When the boy missed Bo Peep
Where's your toy?
Why do the planets sleep?
A slick finger - ringer
On the Singer sewing my sleep machine
Talk in your steeple
With the down feathers
You are the people reaping this fool with me
Surround the captive and he's lost
He's lost all these
Gold pieces that he's stashed away so deep
You are
You are, you are
The cause of all these tears
With your swastika painted