Sound asleep till night till day
Frustrated desire turns you away
And turns you insane over and over
You get to a point to make it disappear
And you're always believing
And believing in fear
Over and over and over and over
And over and over... over again
Marilyn Moore
She's always a headache
The size of a tow truck
She's full of disorders
Depends what you're used to
She's talking of trances
Of truncheons in battle
Of bruises from bottles
That never get better
Bad baby b**hing she screams at the door
Hammer in hand and head to the floor
Marilyn Moore