Grim Cinema-BC Camplight

I went down with a .44 Making love to a senator, he laid his body down Under the streets, fall asleep, adios We all have a turning point, when you break down and think about it Every day's like a another one slipping away I heard it on the radio a thousand times 'Til you will take your shoes And full of fight Oh I don't mind, I don't mind at all You threw, you threw it all, threw it all away Where's all the fantasy? There's no moral to the story Pretty little black haired girl and a boy, little sucker For the pain, for the change, that can't be changed Got in a car crash! Head on to a big bad mother of a monkey Spinning around like a whirly bird We all have a turning point, when you break down and think about it Every day's like a another one slipping away I heard the radio a thousand times 'Til you will take your shoes And full of fight Oh I don't mind, I don't mind at all You threw, you threw it all, threw it all away Where's all the fantasy? On there somewhere think of all the fun you can have with a broken heart What a fine way to sigh. Oh I don't mind, I don't mind at all You threw, you threw it all, threw it all away Where's all the fantasy?