White bread blues

Wake up to the nagging of the clock radio and the sick world news starts to pour and flow. Got yer murders, rapes and stabbings, and yer child abuse, some guy's trying to tell you how to clean yer...

At night my body stays home, my mind climbs over the fence To a place not too far where things don't have to make sense. And it takes with it things it collects trough the day, Snaps them together and...

"I've told you so many times that I'm running out of breath because I'm only talking till I'm blue in the face and not a moment less because I only love the sound of my voice I know you're all...