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The sky's full of dirty, aching air, that's burning a greasy yellow and zoomingSlowly in on everyone, [untie] these fighting sunsets that will not be fulfilled.The noise on her eyes is still there, even when the retina yields in the strain ofThe dull, sac religious commandment of an eye for an eye or a tooth for a truth.Even the ocean is ghettoized now, another dirty alleyway that leads nobody home.When you're so young and full of expectations, you're looking for that perfect waveAnd when you'd like to ride them all/on. So I ask you from the bottom of my heart,Is that any way to treat your mother? Red, red, red river, bloody ocean ofSorrowful memories carry me to the deep blue sea. I hear you. Call me.Is it true that virtue fell by the wayside? Not even a mark. And who will liftThe fog of bitterness, who [will sigh] the tide of regret? Who'll avoid theUndertow of sentimental drift? Who can live long on poetry and rats? I don't haveThe patience, but what does it cost on the open market? And who can afford that?I want to be buried in the bottom of the ocean, like Shelly Winters in "TheNight of the Hunter". My hair a billowing, being kissed by the fishes, SushiFor Shabu. If fishes were wishes I'd have you. I'd have you. Ahh, I've never[felt one tremor] that is greed, envy, lust, gluttony, anger, pride. Aus Songtexte Mania