white_riot
12-07-2005, 03:32 PM
I woke up this morning, feeling paranoid
So I took a pill to make myself feel better
But instead I got cold and put on my sweater
I think I’m dying, I think its my time
Ever Since I committed that horrible crime
This is the reason why I feel they are after me
I broke one the commandments, thy shall not steal
I never thought this would be what I would feel
Guilt, Honour, I don’t care
Paranoia only seems to be fare
Heaven, Hell, filth and rum
The public only take you for a dirty scum
I stepped outside to take a walk
People staring at me, as if they wanted me to talk
In the corner of their eye, and on their face
They were making gestures and laughing in my face
I knew the police would be around the corner
So I ran through the streets, to find a safe place
I got so far until I tripped on my lace
Guilt, Honour, I don’t care
Paranoia only seems to be fare
Heaven, Hell, filth and rum
The public only take you for a dirty scum
I feel so lonely, how much it hurts
The devil has ripped my soul from out of my skin
Now it is bleeding, God I have committed a terrible sin
I stepped out to the bridge where below it looked rough
I jumped so high, and when I hit the floor
I was dead and gone but needed not to worry any more
So I took a pill to make myself feel better
But instead I got cold and put on my sweater
I think I’m dying, I think its my time
Ever Since I committed that horrible crime
This is the reason why I feel they are after me
I broke one the commandments, thy shall not steal
I never thought this would be what I would feel
Guilt, Honour, I don’t care
Paranoia only seems to be fare
Heaven, Hell, filth and rum
The public only take you for a dirty scum
I stepped outside to take a walk
People staring at me, as if they wanted me to talk
In the corner of their eye, and on their face
They were making gestures and laughing in my face
I knew the police would be around the corner
So I ran through the streets, to find a safe place
I got so far until I tripped on my lace
Guilt, Honour, I don’t care
Paranoia only seems to be fare
Heaven, Hell, filth and rum
The public only take you for a dirty scum
I feel so lonely, how much it hurts
The devil has ripped my soul from out of my skin
Now it is bleeding, God I have committed a terrible sin
I stepped out to the bridge where below it looked rough
I jumped so high, and when I hit the floor
I was dead and gone but needed not to worry any more