Testo Thoughts, Pen And Paper Primitive Reason
She's driving down the golden road in her cadillac she's got my soul in the bathroom where she tells it secrets of what might have been and fire still burns and the witch still creams one eyes jack speaks to her through the sheets in a small town and the heart still crishes and the cage gets shut and the witch still screams and the wax still lays on your pillow The knife still cuts cuz things if not true should not be said So vomit will stain and vomit will stink cuz' just like from the beggining to the end, two only know the truth and thats why lies are great things to them.
