Texty:
Growing Down Tears Taste Sweet

Build up by an artist who gives life to murderers Attempt to pierce a hole in it Please say those words even if it hurts Remember that tears taste sweet

all in vain There grows one in the Human Brain Whene'er didst taste Thou the Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract- Transitory It's sweet... Bitter

your face like Sweet revelation sweet surrendering Sweet revelation sweet Thinking of you, thinking Thinking of you, Thinking of you, Thinking of you, thinking... Sweet revelation sweet surrendering Sweet

the offer down Not willing to exchange his soul For what he wants the most Mister Dark Crushes Charles' hand And tells the witch to give the man A taste

to sing Those on the speaker stacks And those where the tally whacker whacks And those that whisper sweet nothings While laying on their backs Those that are barflies With crocodile tears

soul flees.... Piece by piece The road taken Falls apart to the point of no return. Hears are shed.... Hearts grow cold The bitter sweet taste Of this

ride Good luck for the ride Good luck for the ride That beats your dusty ride , thats right chorus Croucho: Boil it down Caramelize Make it soft for the ladies eyes Get down

to sing Those on the speaker stacks And those where the tally whacker whacks And those that whisper sweet nothings While laying on their backs Those that are barflies With crocodile tears

splattered Muddy chunks on the walls of concrete jungle With asphalt floors And doors that stay locked And humble men living in fear Guns cocked Tears running Crops grow