May 16, 2006 19:07
sharpen your knives,
sharpen your heart,
while johnny was riding the white rabbit
on the sixth floor, in room number sixty six at six in the afternoon,
i was day dreaming about you.
because punk's not dead, punk's just a zombie,
looking for young brains to eat and chew.
no more honey pie,
no more highway to hell, because that highway only leads to a ghostown,
penny lane was just a dream...
sweet jane is not sweet anymore...
and the tiny dancer is not dancing anymore...
and yeah
bob told me so,
hold on to your baby or you will loose her just like that.
so lets kill some dreams,
rob some banks,
drive across the country without a driving license,
put bombs in important buildings,
and yeah,
kick some ass.
i love you baby,
we are in this together.
becuase,
penny lane was just a dream...
sweet jane is not sweet anymore...
and the tiny dancer is not dancing anymore...
CHA.