packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour, 9 AMAnd

When I look back, boy, I must have been greenBopping in

I'm back on dry land once againOpportunity awaits me like a

1: Bright Light Bright wish we were leavingI wish

Patrick your breathing stops, stops, stopsUntil your breathing stops,

your black icy stareOnce cut down, my friendOh, your

I can't light, no more of your darknessAll my pictures, seem

knew from the first night I met youSomething just

MRS. a piece of advice, BillyPiss off out of

MRS. Mrs. MRS. Rocky, Booger

do I got to do to make you love

a porch swing in tupeloIn the shade of the

What have I got to do to make you love meWhat

stoned in the twilightScreaming on the insideGive me your

story, tale or memoirEvery saga or romanceWhether true or fabricatedWhether

come on so cocksure boyYou can't escape your genesNo point

life, one has to face a huge assortmentOf nauseating fads

isn't much I haven't sharedWith you along the roadAnd

I'm dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

Like a fool I went and stayed too longNow I'm wondering