Sympathy for the Rolling Stones

Saturday night's couplings brunch sunday morning count how many ways they have to say nothing shame changes shapes makes a name doom outgrown shiverprone proven shimmerproof even christ carpenter bulit crosses and judas braved himself able to betray for only love i don't want you to do anything you don't want to so don'tish and sulking always a catch of some kind i guess but no matter how big your bid eyes you don't know me anymore it's the singer not the song and you've got some fucking technique baby