you got what you want,
when you want it
you got it,
When you get it,
Flaunt it
Then other people want it.
But don’t
Be a show off
No one likes a
Show off.
you got what you want,
when you want it
you got it,
When you get it,
Flaunt it
Then other people want it.
But don’t
Be a show off
No one likes a
Show off.
Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
Glass people are made in a
Factory faraway
They come out perfect,
Each and every one
Born beneath the Sun
And from the moment they are made
With the factories aide,
Their hollow insides begin to fill.
The glass people are filling,
Although sometimes unwilling,
With what makes them alive
And wiggle and Jive
And they begin to dance and shout
Singing as they run about
Soon they forget they are made of glass,
Just a fragile piece of delicate mass
And they fill and they fill
Filling until
They realize that they cannot hold it all
Once removed this innocent caul,
They begin to despair
And they realize that nobody is there
Nobody to care
And they remember that they
Are only glass
And they continue to fill until
They crack
And spill.