There's always the Diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Motel
The Heart's filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell
If there was only something between us
Other than our clothes
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Heart's filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Heart's filthy lesson
Falls upon dead ears
If there was only some kind of future
And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
I think I've lost my way
I'm already five years older I'm already in my grave
what a fantastic death abyss
Tell the others
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
Tell the others
Current Residence: The City On The Edge of Forever.
Favourite genre of music: Anything with a banjo.
Favourite style of art: Morbid. Obscure. & The pretty stuff.
Operating System: Electric Chair.
Shell of choice: The kind she sells by the sea-shore.
Skin of choice: Dull as dirt
Favourite cartoon character: MadMad Madam Mim.
Personal Quote: "I don't care darling. I love you, & you've got to let me eat your brains."