We must complete the trip
Try not to lose your grip
No
I gonna tell you a story
It happened long ago
About a
Well Here you are
lying bleeding on a grimy street
see the
You were so beatiful
Like a child so young and full
I don't drink tea
Or white chablis
I sit around and watch
I never kicked a dog
A child or my wife
I never
There it stands way up high
A million bodies piled to
I ain't got a name
Don't got a face
No fingerprints
Or D.N.A
I
I'm in control, I got a bulletproof soul
And I'm full
I'm not a Buddha boy, I'm not a Muslim man
I'm
Sex, death
Sex, death
Sex, death
When I go to the show
All I
Now I don't know but I've been told
There's a nun
