Amos The Transparent
The M.O.B. Catalogue
A ticket to the oceansideA battery powered avenueI'll trade it in for cigaretteOr something new to abuseI know that you're the violent typeSo I'll save the words that I should spareAnd trade them in for cigarettesAnd use the ones that you would care to hear Day in day out So We'll fill the nights with alcoholAnd vomit in the bathroom sinkWe'll live to breed and live to tellAnd shutter at the thought to thinkThat I've got a mail order bride Day in day out, nothing changes
From Letras Mania