ninetynine

Green tables, blue floors. Blank pages, metal doors. Good churches, bad preachers. Old friends and new leeches. Short circuits, long faces. Go back home, it's nine-to-nine paces. Suck in, but don't blow it. Fillin' up your lungs with poison. They're the ones you wanna see. A television scene. You can laugh and point, but please don't scream. She walks in, he sees her. Doesn't talk, he's just breathin'. No faith, but she's kneelin', prayin' for a way To need him. She throws it, he catches. His fingers fill with ashes. Makes a promise just to break it. Takes a vow just to lie and fake it. Angel sittin' on her shoulder. Years pass and the devil gets closer. No luck 'cause she's never winnin'. Spend her whole life crashin', spinnin'. They're the ones you wanna see. A television scene. You can laugh and point, but please don't scream. So turn the camera off now. But there's no camera on now. So you turn the camera on, On, on, on. They're the ones you wanna see. A television scene. You can laugh and point, but please don't Scream.