(no subject)

[my_machine]

There's no whiskey there's no wine
just the concrete and a worried mind
'cause everone knows death creeps in slow
til you feel safe in his arms
and i've been lookin' for a new friend
and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey

o maria haven't you known
days so careless
all on your own
everybody knows the circus is closed
and the animals have gone wild