I’ll walk outside soaked in gasoline
I’ll burn alive so my message is seen
cause’ no one cares unless someone dies
and will sing the plastic lullaby
Forgot the letters back inside my house
Shouldn’t waste a match when I’m doused
Cause no one cares unless someone dies
And all want to sing a plastic lullaby
A candle a candle
To light me to bed
A pillow a pillow
To suck in my head
The moon is as sleepy
As sleepy can be
The stars are all pointing
Their fingers at me
Walk with a noose sheathed around my neck
They call it leash and they’ll call me a pet
Cause no one cares when they know we’ll die
Unsung dogma of the lullaby
I walk with god but I don’t belong
I knew it since he made me wear a thong
Cause no one cares when you’re the outcry
I’ll sing alone the plastic lullaby
The fervid lover sits on the bed, towards the edge
With his golden ash tray, and a coal shining near her mouth
in washed out radiance, quite enough to overlook.
She ashed her medicine, watching the cigarette tears
glide to her thigh, bruised by that man with a shared name
before deciding that she’ll stay.
Just a coward anyway;
Pain came every time the little boy heard his name
from the monster who changed when the moon rose over the edge
of coliseum mountains, holding barbarity in his eyes and fetor in his mouth.
But when the sun rose oh how he loved and looked
in admiration, telling him “Don’t shed any tears.
There’s nothing to fear.
Why shed your tears?”
I put therapy loaded with copper pills in my mouth
and gave it a blowjob, trying to decide in a pool of confused tears
my emotions, and if they were stewed or straight edge.
I put the syringe down for just a moment and looked
beside me, analyzing the plastic cuff with a familiar name
before deciding that I’ll stay.
I’m a Fucking coward anyway;
Just a tree swaying in the concrete jungle
Just a tree swaying in the concrete jungle
A tree swaying in the concrete jungle
A tree swaying in the concrete jungle
A tree swaying in the concrete jungle
A tree swaying in the concrete jungle
A tree swaying in the concrete jungle
Just a tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle
We sleep tonight
We sleep tonight
Hold your torches high
'Cause we sleep tonight!
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