
Date of issue: 23.10.2014
Song language: English
Locomotive |
No sleep, your countenance fallen |
Turned white as a sheet in the face of the rain growing colder |
The wallflower waltzing |
The locomotive crawling |
But on the wheels where the rust don’t stain |
Your self chosen cure is your self chosen pain |
No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide |
Johnny come lately |
Black lights suit you baby |
Too sweet, it’s there for the killing |
Liar there at your feet, but the face in the mirror’s grown older |
A bell’s distant ringing, the scorpion stinging |
Bells making noise, but your mind don’t care |
The world’s screaming in like you’re not even there |
Inside, inside |
To the back of a train they call suicide |
Johnny come lately |
You know the black light suits you baby |
Inside, inside |
To the back of a train they call suicide |
Johnny come lately |
You know the black light suits you baby |
No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide |
Johnny come lately |
Black lights suit you baby |