Black like the best horro movie
alleyway dark and shiny like 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 junkie's eyes
wheb there's dead flowers on the table