so don't give me respect don't give me a piece of your preciousness flaunt all she's got in our old neighbourhood
i'm sure she'll make a few friends even the rain bows down let us pray as you cock-cock-cock your mane no cigarettes only peeled HAVANA'S for you i can be cruel i don't know why
why can't my ba.ll.oo.n stay up in a perfectly windy sky
i can be cruel i don't know why
dance with the sufi's celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain
lover brother bogenvilla my vine twists around your need
even the rain is sharp like today as you sh-sh-shock me sane
no cigarettes only peeled HAVANA'S for you i can be cruel



"When you start talking to people who have that kind of loss, somebody piping up, going 'Well, the angels were there for us during this time.' Well, that's beautiful. But people have to understand that they're not there for everybody all the time. They get lost on the way. That's why in Cruel, when I say, 'I don't know why' I really don't know why the angels aren't there for everybody, but they're not."