The honey creepers just won't let me be
I curse 'em all with a foul-mouthed word called 'happy'
Destroy the image, destroy the image of some cheap lure dime store amour
I've scratched my tales from a broken muse for the whole damn world to judge, so who will judge me?

A rotten Romeo with tales of halos & nothing
Writhing for noise just to startle me away
From this hanging party

I'm reaching empty far too often lately
With the stale simple life of some dead stranger
My hands are tied, tied in lust for some temporary high
But what's the world to offer some sex revolt but a hard, hard pill to swallow

A rotten Romeo with tales of halos & nothing
Stranded inside if the mirror lies I'll be safe
From this hanging party