Grim Cinema Songtext / Lyric

I went down with a .44

Making love to a senator, he laid his body down

Under the streets, fall asleep, adios

We all have a turning point, when you break down and think about it

Every day's like a another one slipping away



I heard it on the radio a thousand times

'Til you will take your shoes

And full of fight

Oh I don't mind, I don't mind at all

You threw, you threw it all, threw it all away

Where's all the fantasy?



There's no moral to the story

Pretty little black haired girl and a boy, little sucker

For the pain, for the change, that can't be changed






Got in a car crash!

Head on to a big bad mother of a monkey

Spinning around like a whirly bird

We all have a turning point, when you break down and think about it

Every day's like a another one slipping away



I heard the radio a thousand times

'Til you will take your shoes

And full of fight

Oh I don't mind, I don't mind at all

You threw, you threw it all, threw it all away

Where's all the fantasy?



On there somewhere think of all the fun you can have with a broken heart

What a fine way to sigh.



Oh I don't mind, I don't mind at all

You threw, you threw it all, threw it all away

Where's all the fantasy?