and The Edge is playing guitar in my head.
I've got this blinking devil in my eyes
Stark white smashing my skull in tune to the music.
I don't need to sleep with the hangover I've got coming to me,
it'll fuck me just fine on its own.
I've eaten a thesaurus (for which there is no other word)
I feel like I'm throwing shit at a wall and seeing what sticks.
She's got these doe eyes, wide face like a startled cow
Talked to me for twenty minutes and dug out the truth
Though I'm five steps ahead of her and walking and
I'm not going back.
Everyone is, and everyone isn't
We've all signed the ragman's roll.
You talk fast and I'll talk faster, while Gutenberg (Johannes, not Steve - Christ)
Spins like a lathe.