(Enter witty decription here.) |
The first star I see
I make a wish...
I'm the person in the back alley
With the syringe and tourniquet...
Please forgive my detachment
But I'm being taken under the wing of a panic...
I don't want to lie
but I would rather lie then have you die...
I don't want to lie
but I would rather lie then have you die...
He’s an angel of sorts
A Jesus of the streets...
Please forgive my detachment
But I'm being taken under the wing of a panic...
I'm the person in the back alley
With the syringe and tourniquet...
The first star I see
I make a wish...