Other People's Problems

Black And White I met her under a shelter We were hiding from the rain (ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh) She was blowing bubbles And I'll never feel the same (ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh) Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain I'll miss you in a minute If you'll only feel the same

To save itself from passing rays To gauge a sense of perfect phase To stretch a point The depths of which were lost The strands The frame The reverence The scans The waiting precedence The speech The form The roads I may have lost Marked out in high

Kill Kill Kill You say that I'm over the top You say that I couldn't feel... That wa-a-a-ay From the back of your automobile I say that I know it's real So never ever stray You were happy but that changed from day to day Whenever you were under, when

All Over This Town It's a funny feeling, not really Comfort me, cos I'm hearing violins In the streets, friends I meet say It's all over this town The way you cheat, the way you lie The way you want me to die Over this Over this Over this town The wa

The worst example that you ever gave Was pressed into my palm and then engraved I can see the sense in what you say Doesn't mean, it should be acted on Like it was all written down like an narrative That was absorbed and put down missing adjectives T

It felt like crystals The last I heard If we were faced with The fate of the world Take everything your filthy hands can carry We'll leave everything just like we found it We'll trace your bloodline And spell your name What made this all make sense W