Crispin Glover

They don't love you anymore Blood trails blackmails Leave a light on And Put a key in the back door Yeah they're laughing at you They're not laughing with you It's another guilt slip On my Freudian trip And I think the jokes on me Bad seeds grow weeds Crispin Glover I wish you were on my TV Girl Bruise Sad News On her birthday Turn the channel and you''ll see That they're laughing at us they're not laughing with us And I think the jokes on me Just another guilt slip On my Freudian trip As we choke on the irony Yeah they're laughing at us they're not laughing with us And God damn the jokes on me Just another drug slip On my Pagan Field trip Are you saint or celebrity? Crispin Glover save us all --- Crispin Glover - Scarling