Nov 07, 2004 04:00
People you love will turn their backs on you.
You'll lose your hair,
Your teeth,
Your knife will fall out of it's sheath.
But you still dont like to leave before the end of the movie.
People you hate will get their hooks into you.
They'll pull you down,
You'll frown,
They'll tar you and drag you through town.
But you still dont like to leave before the end of the movie.
Now you still dont like to leave before the end of the show.