Sound asleep ´til night, ´til day Frustrated desire turns you away
And turns you insane over and over You get to a point to make it disappear And you´re always believing And believing in fear Over and over and over and over And over and over, over again Marilyn Moore
She´s always a headache The size of a tow truck She´s full of disorders Depends what you´re used to She´s talking of trances Of truncheons in battle Of bruises from bottles That never get better Bad baby bitching she screams at the door Hammer in hand and head to the floor