Six Flags in F or G lyrics:
Caught up in a pissing contest, gasping empty air. I'm losing precious time so don't keep me in mind.
Nourished by my disappointment. Parasitic grief, and there's no turning back, a widow dressed in black.
Silence. Golden.
Where I used to look for comfort is cursed hollow cold. Right back in death's embrace, a man without a face.
I became completely lucid, said "who are, who are you?" I felt his icy breath.
When I turned around to face him I was paralyzed. I couldn't turn around or open up my eyes.
You'll get over it easy, babe. See you're bouncing right back again. Right now its overkill, but in six months it will be fine, even charming. Yea.
If the angels would sing today you'd explain it away, I'm sure. And when the nearest dream recedes, the dream of Reading and of Leeds all going off at once in your mind.
One of these days, gonna get to the heart. One of these days, when the bridge falls apart. One of these days, right back at the start. One of these days, we'll never be apart again.
Burning Six Flags in effigy. Didn't read the report, but you know he's such a juggernaut, and its never not a lot in the passionless void.
What a bitter macaroon. What a sour eclair. And this hysteria has made us all aware of where all the buoys are submerged.
One of these days, gonna get to the heart. One of these days, when the bridge falls apart. One of these days, right back at the start. One of these days, we'll never ever be apart.
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