I hate Andy

I want you to talk

Cross my heart honey

I didn't do it, you know

I swear you it's nothing but the bare truth, yeah.

It sounds crazy 'cause I love you

but I hate you more and lovers cry where children die in wonderland

(crazy setlers)

Along the riverside ful of emptiness

A procession floats on holy water

Long live the freshly born swine, comon baby

Beheading statues and diggin' wels of love it had no sense

Kiling Nancy was bad and wrong and beautiful it's true

I hate Andy for a 1000 things

I'm a painted bird today tomorow

Tomorow you walk on a sailor's road, it's a lonesome road

Was it the season or your happines that made sick I want to spit out

I don't know where to go (x2)

You took my king I was checkmated by the black-eyed queen

You were the master and I was the slave so I made you red

I've been crying out for more

Who the hel you think you are baby ?

I hate Andy that's for sure

Let's get the hel out of here

With my gun in my hand and my hand in my head

I have reached the way, I was doomed to pray

And you screamed it from above where the angel beats the dove

It's a lonesome road, it's a holy road

Indian summer at the creek

Spirit wiling flesh is weak

Love is hate, it's been proved that

Love is hate, love is hate

And we go down, down the gunfree city

I stumbled acros your one man's room and your single bed

I saw your book of fairy tales but I pointed at the wrong supersticious hel

And the cry was fading out

was fading out.