the mysterious death of paul mccartney, pt. 4

It reeks of ammonia In this house of cards Feelings are androgenous Here I sit so lost So tell them what they want Tell them what the won It's what they asked for Strewn on the asphalt Sleepless controller Teach this dizzy dance Pure soul, pure mind Oh, how I wished it'd last So tell them what they want Tell them what the won It's what they asked for Strewn on the asphalt So tell them what they want Tell them what the won It's what they asked for Strewn on the asphalt So tell them what they want Tell them what the won It's what they asked for Strewn on the asphalt