Bleeding black sheep boy
Mirror in pieces.
Turn the receiver
Trace the police station
Line to my number
And number my reasons
For this paranoia
For these accusations.
Each night the numbers
Paired off like lovers
Collided together
So I can't remember
My name or my nation.
Baying black sheep boy.
Go back beyond the pasture
You cracked out of my head.
Get in your battered Mustang
And the back seat will be your bed.
Burning black sheep boy
Dark denim phantom.
Face full of flames
The ears full of cheers that have fanned them.
I'd slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples
I was chased from my bedroom
I was chased from my candles.
By fear of the numbers
Paired off like lovers
Collided together
So I can't remember
My face or my station.
Pacing black sheep boy.
The floor just won't support you
You hovered through the room.
Get in your battered Mustang
And the backseat will be your tomb.
And I rode into Baltimore
And I found a hotel room
Where I tried to escape you
But the phone line wouldn't go through.
And inside the mirror
Well I saw you stamping
Staring out
I'd recognize your eyes
You fell for any of the lines that come flying out.
Nothing I've heard from you sounds sane or safe.
Words falling down from the ceiling
Where the mirror is stealing
The light to reveal us both tonight
And we're both kneeling in the
Black pool of your shadow.
You've cracked out of my head.
Go back beyond the pasture
Where I'll smash your mirror
Till you're dead.
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Mirror in pieces.
Turn the receiver
Trace the police station
Line to my number
And number my reasons
For this paranoia
For these accusations.
Each night the numbers
Paired off like lovers
Collided together
So I can't remember
My name or my nation.
Baying black sheep boy.
Go back beyond the pasture
You cracked out of my head.
Get in your battered Mustang
And the back seat will be your bed.
Burning black sheep boy
Dark denim phantom.
Face full of flames
The ears full of cheers that have fanned them.
I'd slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples
I was chased from my bedroom
I was chased from my candles.
By fear of the numbers
Paired off like lovers
Collided together
So I can't remember
My face or my station.
Pacing black sheep boy.
The floor just won't support you
You hovered through the room.
Get in your battered Mustang
And the backseat will be your tomb.
And I rode into Baltimore
And I found a hotel room
Where I tried to escape you
But the phone line wouldn't go through.
And inside the mirror
Well I saw you stamping
Staring out
I'd recognize your eyes
You fell for any of the lines that come flying out.
Nothing I've heard from you sounds sane or safe.
Words falling down from the ceiling
Where the mirror is stealing
The light to reveal us both tonight
And we're both kneeling in the
Black pool of your shadow.
You've cracked out of my head.
Go back beyond the pasture
Where I'll smash your mirror
Till you're dead.
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