Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Fuck your money.
Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Yeah yeah, momma mommy. While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen your real daddy was dying. Oh, I'm still alive. Oh, I'm still alive.