Make a pile
Your sun sets laughing
Odds on success
I'm a p**nographic lighthouse, stuffed with your mess
Could I make her holler, trash her high hopes I guess
I'm a so called cla**ic coward.
Lovely she said
I'm a small man pushing you...
Throw it down the drain pipe
Lost in anger she said
Building up the pieces
Trash her high hopes I guess
Like a big distortion whamming inside my head
I'm a so called cla**ic coward.
Lovely she said
I'm a small man pushing you...