| Lyrics: | (Music: James Dean BradfieldSean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky WireRichey James)
Oh, say, can you
see,
by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's last
gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one
cute son
Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely disturbing like normal
behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are
diseased
No sweetheart and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin
shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of
food
My personality is held together with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies
hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover
up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what I like ain't that
democratic
Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive
wine
Didn't even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that
belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling
me
I don't wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday
thrill
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I
must be God
I must, I must be God
I touched your lips but now I just paint
Surface
reflection all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime
everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst
Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun
laws
Art critics say porno's eas |
