oh, its a town of fucking fantasy,
wish i went to
I wish California without any warning would go and start
what did they put in your drink, chuck?
what did they
Im in the corner of the cockroach cafe a man
I took my dolly of the shelf her teardrops were
dont forget the struggle dont for get the streets
you
zippo's toilet paper yeah thats true and the ashtrays just
do you get what you want?
do you get what you
i got nothing better to do than to shoot some
sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace
Today you're gonna be sick so sick
you'll prop your forhead
[Intro:] "Anna paints a picture of a dream she (or
oh, it's a town of fucking fantasy, wish i went
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