[lyrics by raymond i. rohonyi]
[music by theatre of tragedy]
head crash - i can't see you
spit teeth - i can hear you
i feel your pounding me onto the street
i've learned to know the taste of concrete
why don't you follow me?
street brash - time flies, tick-tock
eyes flash - feels like electroshock
i feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
i know this marks the end of my hey-day
why don't you follow me? |