Everyone is a Quarry

You must be wondering how the Brazilian boy turned out. Have a care, but don't stare because he's still there… lamenting secretaries, teenagers, silly women, attention-seekers, camcorder whores. They who wish to hurt you, cut and paste your words. Livejournal world is full, so full of crashing bores and I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say:

Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me.

You must be wondering how the Brazilian boy turned out. Have a care, and say a prayer because he's still there… lamenting illiterates, quiz freaks, slutty women, dumb men, internet whores. Educated hackers cut and paste your words. Livejournal world is full, Oh Oh, so full of crashing bores, and I must be one, ‘Cos no one ever turns to me to say:

Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms And love me, And love me.

What really lies beyond the constraints of my mind? Could it be the screen, with an user pic mooning back at me? No it's just more lock-jawed lj users, thicker than pig shit, nothing to convey. They're so scared to show intelligence, It might smear their lovely friends’ page.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores. I am not one, I am not one… you don't understand, you don't understand. And yet you can take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me.

Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me
Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me
Would you do, Would you do, What you should do, Oh oh oh, Oh oh

Who could it be?

( RANK )