كلمات John Dark

I went in like Joan, No voice to guide me And carry a picture In my teeth. A wedding like Joan's, No voice to guide me. I carry a picture In my teeth. Next time I'm feeling better I'll keep my lips together. I'll wear my leather sweater And never once forget her. Your dilated eyes And guarded paradise, you carry a picture of Joan. I know you're upset Because you haven't shaved your legs, And you're not a woman, Who might think that was European. Do words stand alone? Will words stand behind you? Will words burn a picture In your teeth? Next time I'm feeling better I'll keep my legs together. I'll wear my leather sweater And never once forget her. Next time I'm feeling better, I'll put my hands together. I'll waive my right to pleasure And keep my legs together.