Room Nineteen (исполнитель: Wolfgang Parker)
She walks the hall Down to his room With blondish screams And steady croons Twisting bated breath And it will all be over Under the door The salt of sweat The shaking legs And grind of Bound and gagged His love is a glossy cover [bad word] She sees his blinding silhouette Smash the wall and the window sill Against her back this suffering town The air raid sirens are winding down The screams through the vents The pounding walls Stains on her breath From the alcohol His careless smile And rough tongue Take her [bad word] her slot And kill the [bad word] burned skin And slurring sight The fashion’s taken in Her senses falter She croons Soft into the pillow The glow of the t.v. In room nineteen Sore as the [bad word] On her knees, and “no” “This is not how I dream” Broken veins and dirty clothes “I’ll take my mistakes” “I think I want to go home” The air raid sirens Are winding down