Well,
I'm so sorry for yourself
My
little love, my little one
You
treat me like a hoboe
Or
maybe a raver
There
is something you should now
But
you will not understand
Some
weird images that fixed you
Some
deadly weapons
And
under the sun of early days
You
had to clean your little mind
Something
like an armor, a bad race
I
just believe in pretty passions
My
eyes fixed on an altar useless and fertile sacrifice
Some
deadly weapons, all right
Crying
over shame the distance away
I'll
never be your favorite danger
I'm
set on fire, she said
I'm
gonna do this little more
I
come and go and back again
Pour
me a drink, she said, smoke a little jane
Take
some pictures of you in your sunsplashed so sweet, babe
Another
cofee please, another credit on the waiting
Crawling
around our little home just looking for adventures
We
need a dream to stay alive or some music to shape our little life
And
we were trying to get milk and honey, baby, that's the fact
A
lesson of living by hoboe
We
picked up cars, a lot of drugs we lay invisibly on the other side
Like
raver or hoboe in their sundown
There
are some better places than here to hang around just after midnight
Maybe
tomorrow we'll take this train, will cross the gate
We
picked up cars, and lot of drugs
My
heart is empty it's cold outside, love is just an outlaw
Wishing
for girls I left behind