Number 1*
When all around is chaos,
and love is a beautiful thing,
when no one else supports you
and love just taste like gin.
When all the rain drops painful,
and tears fall from the skies,
its time to sleep and wonder,
at dreams behind your eyes.
When all around is chaos,
and love begins to sting,
when no one pulls the pain away,
and your only hope is gin.
Its time to take the surf board,
and crash right into sin,
for no one else can save you,
but for dear old him,
When all around is chaos,
and you cant spell a word,
when a circle has four corners
and each of them is thin,
its time to pull a curtain closed,
and sing a little hymn.
STiNK !