COUNTING DAYS
'TIL IT'S OVER MY
FRIENDS 'TIL IT'S
OVER MY FRIENDS
COUNT ALONG
COUNTING DAYS
'TIL IT'S OVER MY
FRIENDS 'TIL IT'S
OVER MY FRIENDS
COUNT ALONG
FEELING RICH
FEELING POOR FEELING
NOTHING MORE
SELF DESTRUCTIVE
ON A ROLLERCOASTER
FIREBALL
CUT HER TONGUE
DON'T BELIEVE A
WORD SHE SAYS
SHE'S ON A HUNT
COOKING COOKING
COOKING MISERY
LEFT MY HEART
ON THE SHELF FOR
WAY TOO LONG
SICK AND TIRED
PICKING UP FROM
THE DIRTY FLOOR
I SAW THE LINE
OF SNAKES THAT
CAME TO ME
SO INNOCENT WERE
THE DAYS THE TASTE
OF GOOD MEMORIES
A BAG FULL OF
HOPE THAT WAS ONLY
FOR ME AND YOU
WOAH WOAH WOAH OH
NO MORE BROKEN
DREAMS I FEEL LIKE
A LOADED GUN
SPITTING BULLETS
AT YOUR ARMOR
OF MIND CONTROL
CUT HER TONGUE
DON'T BELIEVE A
WORD SHE SAYS
SHE'S ON A HUNT
COOKING COOKING
COOKING MISERY
CANNOT THINK
CANNOT TALK CANNOT
DO IT RIGHT
CAN'T CALL THE
DOCTOR HE'S AS
SICK AS YOU AND I
I SAW THE LINE
OF SNAKES THAT
CAME TO ME
SO INNOCENT WERE
THE DAYS THE TASTE
OF GOOD MEMORIES
A BAG FULL OF
HOPE THAT WAS ONLY
FOR ME AND YOU
WOAH WOAH WOAH
SO INNOCENT WERE
THE DAYS THE TASTE
OF GOOD MEMORIES
A BAG FULL OF
HOPE THAT WAS ONLY
FOR ME AND YOU
WOAH WOAH WOAH OH
COUNTING DAYS
'TIL IT'S OVER MY
FRIENDS 'TIL IT'S
OVER MY FRIENDS
COUNT ALONG
COUNTING DAYS
'TIL IT'S OVER MY
FRIENDS 'TIL IT'S
OVER MY FRIENDS
COUNT ALONG
COUNTING DAYS
'TIL IT'S OVER MY
FRIENDS 'TIL IT'S
OVER MY FRIENDS
COUNT ALONG
COUNTING DAYS
'TIL IT'S OVER MY
FRIENDS 'TIL IT'S
OVER MY FRIENDS
COUNT ALONG
SO INNOCENT WERE
THE DAYS THE TASTE
OF GOOD MEMORIES
A BAG FULL OF
HOPE THAT WAS ONLY
FOR ME AND YOU
WOAH WOAH WOAH
SO INNOCENT WERE
THE DAYS THE TASTE
OF GOOD MEMORIES
A BAG FULL OF
HOPE THAT WAS ONLY
FOR ME AND YOU
WOAH WOAH WOAH OH
OO WOAH OH OH OH
OO WOAH HO HO HO
OH OH OH OH OH OH
PLEASE LET IT GROW
WHERE IT BELONGS
THERE IN THE DARK
WHERE THE SHADOWS
ARE BORN
LEAVE IT ALONE
I'M SURE IT WILL FIND
ITS WAY TO REDEEM
AND BLOSSOM
'CAUSE I KNOW
THE BLACK ROSE
WILL FIND ITS HOME