i had a hole in the middle where the light went through, i told my friends not to worry.

sorrow found me when i was young, sorrow waited, sorrow won.

live on coffee and flowers, try not to wonder what the weather will be, i've figured out what we're missing, tell you miserable things after you're asleep.

through the (..) valley of the dead.

venom radio and venom television, i'm afraid of everyone.

with my kid on my shoulder, i try not to hurt anybody i like, but i don't have the drugs to sort it out.

lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth, you can say we invented a summer lovin' torture party.

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disto, meus amigos, há pouco.

a summer lovin' torture party, flowers, coffee. and misery.