Woorden:
Sheer Terror

"Hello. How are ya babe" it's been a long, long time. I've only brought some stamps, cigarettes and a bottle of wine. I know I'm probably the last person

It irritates you, the way I dress it bothers you, my hair so short I don't it to annoy you, I confess I hate you, and all your sort Sheer Terror [x5

It irritates you, the way I dress it bothers you, my hair so short I don't it to annoy you, I confess I hate you, and all your sort Sheer Terror [x5

Hours are passing and I have little command. It's like shielding a target with nothing but your bare hands, Time dos come crawling to me on it's hands

Pass the time, passing the time. Wasting my time looking for the end. Smoking like a dragon, drowning in my flagon. Pumping like a work horse going '

When the sleet smacks you in the face And you've fallen down in his backyard A stiff cold breeze blows right up our ass. You clutch at snow as if it

Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son Whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun. Oh jesus save me! And the unsung western

Offering my all to anyone who isn't there... Raising my eyes to meet another empty stare... (Swing low-take me home-here's one for the boys) Someone

Kill the sound and hit the lights I've had about enough tonight. I've been tried and I've been true. Ten years on - am I through? (Why the hell am I