Knows a beautiful rock from a plain one.
Music are my thoughts.
Like God's eyes in my headlights
And when the dogs are looking for their bones
And it's raining icepicks on your steel shore...
Like God's eyes in my headlights
And when the dogs are looking for their bones
And it's raining icepicks on your steel shore...
and I know I'm unwell
together we sashay
through variations of hell
and I know I'm unwell
together we sashay
through variations of hell