Black like the best horro movie
Alleyway dark and shiny like wet tar
On a side street parking lot
Full of hope like a dog in the pound
But truly hopeless 'cause I won't help
I don't cry for them
But I do cry for
The people they were in a time before
I can't baby-sit the world
Although I'd like to
A harsh reality
That hurts me more every time I'm sorry
There's dead flowers on the table
There's nothing like a junkie's eyes
Wheb there's dead flowers on the table
