In death row with Harlow
And others like you
I point my finger of hate
At your picture and love you and love you
The radio is talking
Is it you or me?
I must admit
It's far too late to dial police
What is your name?
We are the end of the line
Her eyes went out
Dreaming "overdose on time"
Hey you old grey eyes
Don't practice dying for real
The only one
September she knows I can feel