"You can hide `neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets..."
That is some kind of scary-good songwriting. perfect soundtrack for those summer nights when you cant sleep and theres nothing else to do but get in the car and waste some gasoline... If listening to it doesnt make you feel a little haunted at times like that, well...you must not have grown up in America. Or grown up anywhere at all!
"You can hide `neath your covers and study your pain Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a saviour to rise from these streets..."
That is some kind of scary-good songwriting. perfect soundtrack for those summer nights when you cant sleep and theres nothing else to do but get in the car and waste some gasoline... If listening to it doesnt make you feel a little haunted at times like that, well...you must not have grown up in America. Or grown up anywhere at all!