Thursday, November 5, 2009

I'm a clown and you're a thief, drenched in blood it tastes so sweet.

You can give up if you like.
Your head's lying down at your feet
.
You can call on the phone
,
anytime you want to talk to me
.
If you know who you are
,
you can always go around and see
.
If you don't and you're scared
,
concentrate and grit your teeth
.

I'm watching the radio, because I don't compare
.
I'm watching the radio, but it's the television looking at me
.

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