cut to the scene and get right to the point
a couple of beers and an old roach joint
darkened depths of familiar din
the lengths of her sin is where we'll begin
tonight
she may run
tonight
she may hid
tonight
she may hurt
and I'll feel nothing
at all.
cold damp dark subterrainian displace
where god's turned his eyes, and the son's turned his face
with dark hearted orphans and solid gold slum
its not where you're born, its where you come from
tonight
she may run
tonight
she may hid
tonight
she may hurt
and I'll feel nothing
at all.
tonight
she may run
tonight
she may hid
tonight
she may hurt
and I'll feel nothing
at all.
