Hey Mr. Chips, how's the wife?
And are the kids still
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do
Can you feel me slide in? Can you hear your
Made a man out of me
A killing machine
Your baby's going
Between the night and day
Lost in the law of averages
What
I can't remember 1989
I can't remember what you look like
Best to smile
Best to squeal for daddy
Best to revile
The baby
Don't fail me now
Don't you even fucking think it
We're dead
I dreamed I was a pigeon
Slipping through the heavens like