under my bed

The voice under my bed, whispers,
I go red
He calls out, my name
and I'll never feel the same
I hope I never see his face
In the dark

He's in my room
Watching me
In the dark
he's in he's in my room
watching me
oh oh oh oh
he's watching me

Disembodied it rings, oh startled,
I try to cry out, but it never
reaches it brings him out
To Bite

I love your lyrics; would love to hear them with the accompanying music.

cheers
you can at
MySpace.com - Fire in Cairo - AU - Indie / Post punk / Electronica - www.myspace.com/fireincairotownmusic

Awesome.

Thankyou
I've got a band lineup sorted so I'm looking forward to getting gigging and doing some recordings with them. As it is its just me recording straight into garageband via the internal mic.

I love it. I look forward to more.

Thanks a lot. Nice to get some positive feedback.

Cherie

Blessed with a black heart
Oh, I was cursed with a false start
I didn't mind
oh I don't mind

we like to
we like to set up
we like to
we like to set up

I wish it was like it was before
oh, she looked like she wanted to cry
I dont think so

Blessed with a black heart
Oh, I was cursed with a false start
I didn't mind
oh I don't mind

we like to
we like to set up
we like to
we like to set up

I feel frightened
I get excited
I lose control
I feel frightened
I get excited
I lose control

She looked like a girl I used to know
I don't know what happened
to her


we like to
we like to set up
we like to
we like to set up
we like to
we like to get ****ed up
we like to set up

Ezra

Ezra is a sex offender
Ezra is a sex offender
Burn him down, Burn Him Down
Wave our arms we surrender

I-I-I-I shall decline
This tastes, This tastes like strychnine
Do you want, Do you want, me to die

She's underage baby
her mobile disco can pay fees
satin legs, satin legs
Ezra can;t hear her pleas

I-I-I-I shall decline
This tastes, This tastes like strychnine
Do you want, Do you want, me to die

Ezra is a cheap molester
Ezra is a cheap molester
saddle up back of a caddilac
we all know, he's got a barretta

I-I-I-I shall decline
This tastes, This tastes like strychnine
Do you want, Do you want, me to die
I-I-I-I shall decline
This tastes, This tastes like strychnine
Do you want, Do you want, me to die

Wine

I want, I want to go inside,
This outdoors it affects my eyes.
Im sorry that I'm boring like this,
Its not my fault, its not my fault.

I don't know what time it is!
Stop asking,
Please stop asking.
I don't know whose wine this is,
I'll drink it anyway
its free.

Im finding it hard, hard to find
the time to get you off my mind,
and climb into the river,
rushing, flowing,
where i need to be.
Its easy,
and you'll be with me,
floating, gently, perfectly.

You know you look ridiculous,
you are not worth my time.
I'm dancing sober
in the middle of the room,
I don't care, get a life.
Its fine.
Its fine.
I dont care, get a life
Its fine.
Its fine.