Testo di Cold Java

We watched it over lunch Caffeine for the tired eyes Warm smoke for the nerves Some well-wrapped sweets And oh mercy how sour they were We read it in the paper while having warm bread Five olives and a spoonful of something thought sweet And of mercy how bitter it was Glassy eyes, chrome nerves and an issue to address Glassy eyes, chrome nerves The news just said it nice Admit to your jailors that it's too much And be tied ever tighter Stand like this, still in a closet full of kicks on an angry chair Arrested twice and shot