Sentence - Tycho Brahé

Cutting little pieces off your

Life sentence

You are hard done by

You are home again

Happy in the knowledge of your

Dependence

You are still intact

You will still remain

But she is not the same as you

She never could consider

How you live with what you do

And she is easily forgiven

For having formed this attitude

In ignorance and solitude

With total lack of gratitude

These wasted years of servitude

I take them all and throw them back at you

Mother’s little helper is a

Sidewinder

He is heatseeker

He is home again

Happy in the knowledge of her

Dependence

She is still intact

He will still remain

But he is not the same as you

He never could consider

How you live with what you do

And he is easily forgiven

For having formed this attitude

In ignorance and solitude

With total lack of gratitude

These wasted years of servitude

I take them all and throw them back at you

Bleed me

Bleed me

Bleed me (until the well is dry)

Bleed me (i give them all to you)

Bleed me (until the well is dry)

Bleed me (i give them all to you, and on)

Bleed me (until the well is dry? i ask you)

Bleed me (i give them all to you)