i fell outta space
with music in my head
fell on my face
only to find
that were all dead
music is too
wish i had a friend
something new to do

I'm Feelin rough
I'm Feelin raw
I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music
make some money
find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris,
shoot some heroin
and fuck with the stars.
You man the island
and the cocaine
and the elegant cars.

kinda just wish id die

the parties over
and i was to high
i forget
to kiss u goodbye

now ur dead and i am too
everyone wants you
i wish i knew...

WHY?
cuz i sure as hell dont

WHY cant u just choke ..
and DIE
and DIE
just DIE
in ur fake smile and lies..
go die

Believe in me, I'm sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in June
December seems to come too soon

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

Head is swirling with the scene
Of you and him embraced in rapture
Dirty trying to come clean
But every thought I have is obscene

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

Quilted in our hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
Twenty-four hours in June

Will you wait until tomorrow?

MADNESS! Feeling scared,
Looking around and nobodys there,
When I say "Fuck the world!"
Let's get ready to rock,
As I piss on your face while you suck on my cock.