Lyrics:

With sheaths and pillsInvading all those stillsIn a hovel of a bedI will scream in vainOh please, miss laneLeave me with some painWent walking through this city's neon lightsIn fear of disguising my warping seathingPressure lines and graceless heirsIntangible of priceTrying so hard to find what? what was rightI came upon your room it stuck into my headWe leapt into the bed degrading even liceYou took delight in taking downAll my shielded prideUntil exposed became my darker sidePuckering up and down some avenue of sinToo cheap to ride they're worth a tryIf only for the old times, cold timesDon't go waving your pretentious loveHe's soliciting on his tan brown broguesGirating through some lonesome devils rowPinpointing well meaning upper class preyOf walking money checks possessing holesHe often sleekly offers his servicesExploitation of his finer yearsWork with loosely woven fabricsOf lonely office clerksAny lay suffices his dollar green eye
Bauhaus Dark Entries