Breakdown (and Then...) (Howard Rowland S.)

Crown prince of the crying jag Stuffs a towel in his mouth to gag O my darling I never knew How hard it was to get rid of you I smashed on our virgin date How did I reach that state? The day ends again and then My darling, here comes that breakdown And then... Struck down by my own device Sweet Jesus ice cold Christ You drowned in the dining room Resurrection, it came too soon God it's cold in this room Hopped up on fever's croon Just two more love dumb fools Here comes that breakdown And then... Loading the gun again Dead lead goes in and then Catch as catch can and can't Catch cold and fall apart Cold as a distant star Hot as a stolen car I choke on this heart of hate Sometimes I find it hard To get things straight...