Thinking of the past I feel my life
Is slipping by at such a speed
Things I knew have gone and those I loved
I look for granted and deceived
Call me anything you will
I'll hide behind a purple pill
And though it seems I'm laughing still
I'm crying
Looking from my window I see winter
Almost too bare to believe
People change with seasons
And I wonder if it's my turn to receive
But they avoid the things I ask
Or quickly change their style of mask
The faith I had is fading fast
I'm dying
Seems to me the only way to be
Is like a business man
And have bad colours round my head
Getting drunk to find some peace of mind and consolation
But there's still the problem of what happens when I'm dead
1 | 30 Days in the Hole |
2 | Black coffee |
3 | Shine on |
4 | Bang ? |
5 | Hot 'n' Nasty |
6 | I Can't Stand the Rain |
7 | Get Down To It |
8 | C'mon Everybody |
9 | Desperation |
10 | Ninety-Nine Pounds |