I got my ticket waiting in line,
(The waiting gets harder)
To get a piece of what i fancied,
My pound of flesh my only girl,
How you make me feel wanted.
My Rusty, My Rusty, My Rusty dream machine,
My twisted, My Twisted, My twisted make believe,
Everybody knows there's a top and bottom to this world,
Just trying, trying to hold on.
I tried to get this out my mind,
(Like bodies in motion)
Before we set this old flame alight,
Your honest eyes your only flaw now i can see what you really wanted,
These devil seeds,
In the grass then they spread,
Like Trees, Like Trees.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI