but they are getting away with it
that doesn’t mean i have to like it
especially - especially when
i couldn’t walk down a street anywhere in the world
and know they were laughing
laughing for to beat the band
it is time to take a stand
the last stand
with a dozen red roses nailed to the wall
and a million years of flowing tears
and a million dead butterflies
all because of scum like them
think of us, billy!
i wish i could
but it’s been going on too long
and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger
and they just keep drinking martinis and laughing
don’t forget, she was my girl
i can’t stop thinking about it
a part of me wishes i could
and joey - poor fucked up joey
the roses float away in the fog
in the wind and the rain and the fog
the fog outside the penthouse window
muffling the sound of their laughter
the laughter of the lowest scum
that’s what i want to know
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