| Sadness like a fruit-toast, it’s getting me sick
|
| Weakness like a man which I wanna hit
|
| Sugar is shining like my christmass bells
|
| Weather’s not well today
|
| Autumn is coming like a post card
|
| New York vampires are killing new art
|
| She’s getting tired, she’s not very well
|
| Go through the hell in a day
|
| It’s people like you
|
| You know it’s people like me
|
| It’s people like you
|
| It’s people like me
|
| It’s people like you
|
| You know it’s people like me
|
| It’s people like you
|
| Iit’s people like me
|
| Andy’s not playing. |
| Just look what you did
|
| Eating for living — it’s not way you live
|
| Come here much closer. |
| Don’t make people sad
|
| You know now she’s dead
|
| It’s people like you
|
| You know it’s people like me
|
| It’s people like you
|
| It’s people like me
|
| It’s people like you
|
| You know it’s people like me
|
| It’s people like you
|
| It’s people like me |