"I have to be an old man, that's all."
I can't protect myself and I buy the stuff I need.
I get my vitamins but still I feel greed.
"Are you happy here honey, are you happy sleeping with us?"
I walk along the tracks, the more I smoke the more I think.
Spontaneous attacks a**ults me when I drink.
I treapa** and I steal what others fougt to find, an egg planned on a wheel appears within my mind...
"Are you happy here honey, are you happy sleeping with us?"
I threw away the past, broken porcelain.
Little and the vast, my miserable refrain.
I can't reject myself, the answer's never no.
I tried to simplify what's going on below.
I threw away the past, broken porcelain.
Little and the vast, my miserable refrain.
I threw away the past, the paper and the gla**.
The broken porcelain, little and the vast.
My miserable refrain...
"God forgive me..."
"God forgive me..."
"...but an old person without money is pathetic"
I threw away the past, the paper and the gla**.
The broken porselain, the little and the vast.
My miserable refrain...