Who is it tonight, Doctor Jekyll or Mr. Hyde? The bookshelf spins, when I pull the Websters from the third row, second from the right, and this is
: Well I'm the sheik of Araby Your love belongs to me Well at night where you're asleep Into your tent I'll creep Aha The stars that shine above
When the beery bass voice makes a judgement Penetrates the walls We can't breathe no more When the sweet thick oyster sauce Sweat is floating to the floor It's audition
x 14) it's all too loud (x 20) with days of conflict followed by weeks of pain the second the words are spoken a life time of scars will remain audition
I need a hearing aid, so I can turn it off When you talk down to me I want the world to shut up just for one day I need a cigarette, so I can light
