First rain of winter. First fall from grace. It's my first hollow echo. In the halls of praise. . How could Samson. I thought he was blind as a bat. How cold he have torn down.
Somewhere in Heaven, wings are taking flight. Flying over a worldly weight of hatred. Hanging over a building in the rain. . You got to Heaven, blown across the sky.
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit. He runs, wishing he could fly. Only to trip at the sound of goodbye.
Outside your window. Waited for you. You didn't come. You never do. . In the city in the winter time. The snow and the rhyme. Cover the isolation. . Yesterday, baby, they told you the news.
You've read in it in a book. Seen it on a TV screen. To you it's a nightmare. But to some it's a dream. They think the ness was thicker. Behind the union jack.
With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins. and elbows sliding off the bar,. we speak and breathe and charm our way. under trains and between cars.. I'm drinking whatever you're buying.
Beneath the smash-gulf gold. There lies a tale untold. This tale so deep that I've been carrying all my life. I can't release my thoughts. Like in a frozen dream.
Now let me state it for the record I'm jaded. But when you looked at me I couldn't escape it. I really hate it when I'm out of control. But baby after the show my mind just wouldn't let go.
If you got an itch to catch some havoc. There's mayhem in the plastic. City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa. The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of.
The bastards, what are they playing at?. Don't like the music, don't like the words. Don't like the sentiments. Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,. Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,.
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto. Heard too much about the working class motto. How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street.
Places of sickness nurse me cold. Attendant whiteness glare in dark. Straighten out the winding sheet. Twisted round in poorest dreams. Shattered proofing of the lost.
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before. Crass being crass about the system, or is it war?. We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh. If you don't fucking like it - fucking tough!.
How does a duck know what direction south is?. And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks?. . You can cut a chicken's head off. And it will keep on running and twitching.
Can you feel me in your memory?. Can you taste me, my bitter lonely?. . I'm drowning slowly in your memories. Can you save me? I'm dying slowly. Hold me down, hold me down.
Some folks say that life is just a veil of tears. Not me man, I can't pack enough into these years. I don't care if it's spring, summer, winter or fall.
My doctor told me that if was time for me to have my X-rays. Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day. The room was dark and my skeleton was floating on the wall.
I'll never forget. The first time we met. On the beach, by the sea-. Just opened my eyes. Voila, a surprise:. You were looking at me. And I wished I owned.