"Bon Voyage" And promptly he hung up the phone There was a doorbell ringing So he snuck out onto the terrace He said "If these were my last words, would they even make print? If all I had to say was simply over said by those old heretics." These words are counterfeit Xeroxed off of memory And no one`s listening ...HEY...
Twilight dawns All the champagne is gone All that`s left is left behind Doorbells, still lives
"Since you`re leaving was it a hollowed out heart? It seems like you`ve been yearning for some wordly position. Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball."
It seems the world collapses In the mother`s womb The place of birth Where we`re all condemned It`s the warm, sad, jaded end Starving for salvation of a terrace Drunk, tired, and alone Farewell dead skin
These words are second-hand They`re dry They`re cracked-plastic lies They`re cheap old whores Who wasted their lives In search of the warmest womb
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