Crispin Glover
by Scarling.· from Sweet Heart Dealer
Loose lips, sink ships.
Dennis Hopper,
They don't love you anymore.
Blood trails, blackmails.
Leave the light on,
And put a key in the back door.
Yeah, they're laughing at you.
They're not laughing with you.
It's another guilt slip,
On my Freudian trip,
And I think the joke's on me.
Bad seeds, grow weeds.
Crispin Glover,
I wish you were on my TV.
Girl bruise, sad news,
On her birthday.
Turn the channel, and you'll see,
That they're laughing at us.
They're not laughing with us,
And I think the joke's on me.
Just another guilt slip,
On my Freudian trip,
As we choke on the irony.
Yeah, they're laughing at us.
They're not laughing with us,
And again the joke's on me.
Just another drug slip,
On my pagan field trip,
Are you saint or celebrity?
Crispin Glover,
Save us all.