Ernie Botts + The Miseries - Sweet текст песни

With so much death and destruction
All around us
It's time to take a trip away

I know you don't love him anymore
But you can't just toss him out that door
You've built a pretty pink castle of sand
Now you can't afford that blood on your hands

Everything is left inside
You've only got one good place left to hide
Walking with you down the street
He's still drooling at every little girl he meets

Living your dreams
Just ain't the fun
It seems no more
Flaming cherry sun
Orange slice moon
Hanging on cotton candy clouds
Won't sweeten your sleep
But your dying dreams
Just scream out loud

The frigid distant moon
Seems much closer to you
Vaguely hurt not dead inside
Hungry for a pinprick to commute your life

Living your dreams
Just ain't the fun
It seems no more
Flaming cherry sun
Orange slice moon
Hanging on cotton candy clouds
Won't sweeten your sleep
But your dying dreams
Just scream out loud

I'd really like to help you out
But picking you up again ain't what I'm about
You know the brighter you burn
The more you want to snuff it

Living your dreams
Just ain't the fun
It seems no more

How's that?
Nice trip?
Fuckers