I've Got The Photographs

Look out greasy head, I remember you
The curls on the pillow
The white, the white and the blood
You were born
You were born
You were born
Just
You were born
You were born
You were born
Just like
just like me
I've got the photographs
Hey, little madam
With your dress on, standing by the fence
Powdered and alone
I can see you
I can see you
I've got the photographs
Hey Guru, standing in your white and blue
Is it red tomorrow, what do you do?
I don't know I see the grease and the pain
And the rain and the stain
I'll see it again and again
And again and again
I've got the photographs
I've got the photographs