"And its not like we’re professionals movin’ the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah! got a connect? No!
Who under Heaven know how to be successful
Need a Personal Jesus, i’m in Depeche Mode"
awesome.
"Make you feel what isn't real, You don't know my face is steel"
"And its not like we’re professionals movin’ the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah! got a connect? No!
Who under Heaven know how to be successful
Need a Personal Jesus, i’m in Depeche Mode"
I understand the frequent answer to an inquiry for some old resident of Jamaica Plain is: "He has passed away; he got his death on the horse cars."