The Crimea - Gazillions Of Miniature Violins lyrics

rate me

On the street where I was born, by the acorn tree, where we first made love Legs akimbo, sunny side up, I remember you buttercup Another murder mystery, rocked the neighborhood, rocked the neighborhood The Texas chainsaw massacre, don't compare to my disaster All goes strangely quiet Gazillions of miniature violins Breaking the silence All aboard the sinking ship, you sail the thing I'll crack the whip Let's have ourselves a scary trip, all aboard the sinking ship On the street where I was born, in the alleyway where I saw the truth All the whores in Liverpool couldn't light a candle to you Life goes on Don't fight it Know how it feels like to cause mini earthquakes Take pleasure in the pain Don't forget to go insane On the stroke of twelve