Pursuit Of Happiness Killed By Love
Romantic fool -- yeah, that's the word, fool I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I think I'm starting to drool The more I drink, the worse I feel I'm talking to the floor and I'm soaking in my pee (Chorus) I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna sing I don't think that I can move 'Cause I can't feel a thing Stench in the air, vultures flying up above Another useless dead thing I've been killed by love I've walked those fields of juniper and mist And my lips are still burning from The touch of your last kiss I though you were an angel And I trusted your embrace But you turned into a monster And you spit right in my face That crafty old jackal ripped my guts out before The boy with nine lives I keep coming round for more My passion was your weapon It put a blindfold on my eyes The last sound I heard was laughter As you buried me alive
