Grasp to understand something (someone)
You can’t see, can’t hear, can’t touch
Reach for some sort of ledge
Feel the walls for a groove
To catch your hand on to
And hang on – for what?
To climb blindly back to the top?
To hold on until you can’t any longer
And continue your fall?
It’s such a joke – this metaphor
You’re not falling, you never were
Everything is an illusion – everything is what you want it to be
Stop fucking moping, wake up
Your life is in your hands
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Strutting all sexyladylike down a road that ends
At this club with big lights and creepy old men
Dressed in sweaters that go to their knees
Humping old bone into the wee hours of the night
Means two Viagra for everyone
So the pill cabinet gives you a heart attack
And the nurse forgot what your last name was
They say you’ve given birth to a beautiful baby
Appendix that really looks more like David Bowie
But you smile and sell it on ebay for twenty dollars
You can’t see, can’t hear, can’t touch
Reach for some sort of ledge
Feel the walls for a groove
To catch your hand on to
And hang on – for what?
To climb blindly back to the top?
To hold on until you can’t any longer
And continue your fall?
It’s such a joke – this metaphor
You’re not falling, you never were
Everything is an illusion – everything is what you want it to be
Stop fucking moping, wake up
Your life is in your hands
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Strutting all sexyladylike down a road that ends
At this club with big lights and creepy old men
Dressed in sweaters that go to their knees
Humping old bone into the wee hours of the night
Means two Viagra for everyone
So the pill cabinet gives you a heart attack
And the nurse forgot what your last name was
They say you’ve given birth to a beautiful baby
Appendix that really looks more like David Bowie
But you smile and sell it on ebay for twenty dollars