Black Shirt from Bleeding II by Twisted Ecstasy

What a waste of a new black shirt,
What a way to get it dragged in the dirt,
It's almost spotless-not even a stain, it looks fine but don't feel so divine,

I've done so little,
I've done too much,
I've done so little,
But still enough for danger,

I barely knew her name,
remember her face,
She called me a good boy-oh she doesn't know,
Puts dressing on the plate before she can wait for the food,

And my lips run up to the-lips run up to the top,
My lips run up to the-lips run up to the top,

I've done so little,
I've done too much,
I've done so little,
But still enough for danger,

My lips run up to the-lips run up to the top,
My lips run up to the-lips run up to the top,

• Rock
• garage rock
• garage rock revival
• goth
• psychedelic
• songwriter
• United Kingdom