On the back of his head he had another face
Was it a woman's face or a young girl? They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed
The face could laugh and cry
It was his devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
Things heard only in hell
But they were impossible to separate Chained together for life
Finally the bell tolled his doom
He took a suite of rooms
And hung himself and her from the balcony irons
Some still believe he was freed from her But I knew her too well
I say she drove him to suicide
And took poor Edward to hell
And singing, I'm good at singing.
And writing poetry which confuses people.
American beauty, Big Lebowski, Breakfast at Tiffany's...
I don't own or watch TV. It's a disgusting habit.
And beer. I love beer.
Like it has something to say
But it just pumps stupidity
From his flat brain
And I like to sing.
I'm a fuc*ing singing Zombie.