Sublime Follia

A STRANGE GIRL...


I hold an image of the ashtray girlWho left cigarette burns on my chestI wrote a poem that described our worldAnd put our friendship to the testAnd late at night while I was on all foursShe used to watch me kiss the floorWhat's wrong with this picture?What's wrong with this picture? Farewell the ashtray girlForbidden snowflakeBeware this troubled worldAnd watch out for earthquakesGoodbye to open soresTo broken set of fourYou know we miss herWe miss her picture Sometimes it's fadedDisintegratedThe fear of growin oldSometimes it's fadedAssassinatedThe fear of growin old Farewell the ashtray girlAngelic fruitcakeBeware this troubled worldControl your intakeGoodbye to open soresGoodbye and furthermoreYou know we miss herWe fuckin miss her picture Sometimes it's fadedDisintegratedThe fear of growin oldSometimes it's fadedAssassinatedThe fear of growin old We had it allThough we triedIt's gone We had it allThough we triedIt's gone Sometimes it's fadedDisintegratedThe fear of growin oldSometimes it's fadedAssassinatedThe fear of growin old You can't stop growin oldYou can't stop growin oldYou can't stop growin oldYou can't stop growin old You can't stop growin old  PLACEBO-THIS PICTURE