Everyday I Die
The problems of need
I need you
Obscene dreams in
Rusty beds
No-one came here
Tonight
I pulled on me
I need to
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hand
Everyday I die
Her favourite trick was to Suck me inside
Oh so very art nouveau
Completely false feelings of love. I don't
No-one knows but that died years ago
(P) 1978 Beggars Banquet
From the Studio Album
TUBEWAY ARMY (1978)
TUBEWAY ARMY (1978)