Living For Death in a Crimson Motorcycle - In the style of The Beatles

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to use your knife,
I want to use your blade,
I want to use your razor.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me leave this world.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me end my life.
Now let me use your knife,
I want to use your knife.

Imagine there's no pianos- no music.
It's easy if you try.
No photo frames holding memories ,
Above us only bottles of hope.
Crushed in a lovely way
Imagine all the people,
Living for death...

You may say I'm a failure,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become destroyed .

All you need is happiness.
All you need is happiness.
All you need is happiness, of death.
Happiness is all you'll need.

We'll all live in our crimson motorcycles ,
Crimson motorcycles , crimson motorcycles ,
We'll all live in our crimson motorcycles ,
the color of death , our crimson motorcycles .

Oh yeah!

Generated on 19/05/2010 01:24 by Clinically Insane