Kind Of Like Spitting - Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut Shop In Jersey Lyrics
Our savior's fallen ill, and he won't get upWe've cast away our stones, why won't he get up?So unawake with you, you let me drive your carYou let me break your heart and still not want to give upSo now the only time I get to see you smileIs in the darkest rooms with the brownest tilesAnd to hear you laugh is a sweet refrainSo sick with joy, I'm the perfect boyOur savior's fallen ill, but here's a souvenirAnother saint to pierce against your bedroom wallIt says you can't give up and that you won't wake upUntil you close your eyes and lay down