don’t say you love me, life isn’t fair and I don’t care
so don’t be stupid
who builds the missiles? who trains the gods?
I am the rod in desperate women
we can ask for nothing more
faceless sailors on the shore
I’ll be the sole survivor, unlock your doors and let me in
I’ll be the sole survivor, I’ll bend you down and stick it in
I’ll wear the apron, I’ll play the part of modern art
Leo da Vinci
why try and save her? she lives in every song
she’s like a gong, you’ve got to bang her
we can ask for nothing more
chocolate legs and velvet horns