Testo A Sunset For A Swan

Johnny with the roving eyes sits bored upon the riverside, as Juliet, his future bride, jumps naked in the water. Figure eights and scuba dives, deep down she's blowing suicide. She squeaks and metamorphosizes movie stars and slaughters. Johnny's staying serious, his face is kind of frozen, one eye is completely closed, and one eye is wide open. It swivels from a sunset to a swan. It weeps for every goddamn thing that's wrong. When Johnny's holding Juliet, it's like I hold my cigarette. I squeeze it, choosing to forget the warning on the carton. I flick it from the window ledge and stuff it on the waterbed. The black smoke rises overhead, then settles over London. I am staying serious, my face is kind of frozen. One eye is completely closed, and one eye's staying open. It swivels from a sunset to a swan. It weeps for every goddamn thing that's wrong. When Johnny's holding Juliet, it's like he holds his cigarette. He hangs her from the window ledge, and blows her over London. She'd pick a star and pirouette, she'll turn a cartwheel on my head. I grit my teeth, put up with it, because it's all for fun.