Funky Suicidal Masochist Blues - Lead Sheet, Page 2 of 3: It's so frustrating, Babe, I'm contemplating sweet suicide. Yes, I guess I must confess, Babe, my life has lost all its gloss. I'm like some self-slain martyr, Babe, hanging on a paraffin cross. And, God, I hope the sun don't come out and melt my cross. It would ruin my crucifixion, Babe. I couldn't stand the loss. Well, I stood on the hill, Babe, that overlooks the old city dump, collecting all my will, Babe,...


| BACK | NEXT |


| Page 1 | 2 | 3 |

Clear Pixel Spacer
Thin Line
Clear Pixel Spacer

| HOME | SCRIBBLES | DITTIES | DOODLES | MISCELLANY | E-MAIL | ET CETERA | SITE MAP |

Clear Pixel Spacer
Thin Line
Clear Pixel Spacer
Clear Pixel Spacer

2001-2012 David R. Lister • All Rights Reserved.