Galleon: Submission

Drop outs: She wakes up with wonder And fragments from yesterdays night Her heart is full of anger But her head just cant get it right Shes on her fifteenth year And shes ready got blackouts Shes on her fifteenth year Were will that lead from here Last nights hero has suddenly lost his charm She feels trapped in his embrace So she gently just move his arm Shes on her fifteenth year And shes ready got blackouts Shes on her fifteenth year Were will it lead from here... Behind her shelter: And shes got roses in her window And a cat is her best friend Shes never taking chances Always worried to offend And shes got leather on her body But silk inside her heart And if her dad had time to listen He would have made a better start To get behind her shelter She dreams behind her shelter Get behind her shelter , she dreams behind her shelter And she dreams a lot And she cries a lot.... Walking in circles: Late on friday nights They used to meat downtown Its their idea of fun Screaming , making noice Smoking , discussing boys And the little girl with big blue eyes surrender to the night Deciding only to do whats right She always lives in her dreams Always walking in circles She tries to do whats right But theres to many rules Both at home and in school She escapes , to paperback novels Meets another worlds Things she never heard And the life she lives Seems more and more unreal Until she almost cannot feel She always lives in her dreams Always walking in circles She always lives in her dreams Always walking in circles You shouldnt come around: Her parents said that they couldnt cope with her and her strange friends So they got her a small flat and even helped her pay the rent But the money came in letters with no messages inside And when she tried to contact them they told her what they had decide You shouldnt come around here You shouldnt come around here no more You shouldnt come around here You shouldnt come around here no more She didnt do so well in school , she didnt do so well anywhere But it kept her occupied just to figure out what to wear She got all her friends there they helped her to keep her mind But the headmaster decided she was only wasting time You shouldnt come around here You shouldnt come around here no more You shouldnt come around here You shouldnt come around here no more Where should she go... Black orchids: They sneake around like rats In old empty houses And their only intrest is To make their slow suicide undisturbed She recognized herself Paid for but forgotten Her new friends helped her And soon she was submerged She wouldnt listen to me Why cant she listen to me Please listen to me... Worshiping the needle: She say I dont know nothing She say I strech my mouth when I talk She say I have no experience It seems Ive only just learned how to walk But Ive seen a mother with a child thats no larger than a rat And I know the reason why Mother shared her life with a man they called the bat He sold to afford to buy Am I wrong , shes worshiping the needle And I dont know if Im wrong Shes worshiping the needle And I dont know what to do Ive seen a thousands faces Marked by a thousands changes , all gone Peoples with visions , people with dreams all gone Ive seen people that was only skin and bone Signs of death in a face The rides we take to patch up our borling lives Could wipe out the human race Am I wrong , shes worshiping the needle And I dont know if Im wrong Shes worshiping the needle And I dont know what to do... End of story: She only goes out at night Looking for someone to hold her tight It doesnt meen much anyway She sells her body away Shes gotta make it pay So she crawls out of her dreams She cant do without them it seems She wants to get inside her head So she stays in her bed And shes letting her lifeblood flow . . . .