ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my friendship to the test

Eles virão!

And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?

Eu sobrevivi

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken centre floor
We know we miss her
We miss her picture

Vodka dá amnésia...