oh talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for a while can't see a door in front of me you open up, and walk all over me a sin for a bottle of gin flowers bloom in a high fashion season it's all over me, all over me, greed oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's and become some macho scum that makes me bleed oh why will you turn on me? why do you smile like that? on a pillow made of nails what will you do for money? killing time with bullets in the night what is right? to conquer? or follow some path paved some years ago? with no hope, no hope of any life shine, shine my bleeding heart i will dance one more time before i must go around of the cult of the ruling class that be no government, bottle up in my mind oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's and become some macho scum that makes me free why do you smile like that? and into a system of oppression More from Velvet Acid Christ