Pinhead Gunpowder Achin To Be
Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abondons
Never shows a soul
And she's kinda like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin in their seats
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about not understood
She's achin to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
the colors come so slowly
Like the colors down on a sheet
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about not understood
She's achin to be
I've been achin for awhile now, friend
I've been achin hard for years
Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show what you're doing
Never show a soul
Well I saw one of your pictures
There was nothing that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm achin to be
She closes her mouth to speak and
Closes her eyes to see
Thought about and only loved
She's achin to be
Just like me
