Black like the best, horror movie alleyway
Dark and shiny, like the 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 junkies eyes
When there's dead flowers on the table