Here comes Santa clause. Walking right down my street. Write him a long, long letter. He don't know what's wrong with me. Honey please. Come on home. .
Trouble, going round. Trouble, going down.. What happened to you little baby? What happened to you little girl?. She said she'd always love you. In your heart shaped world..
Sick at heart and lonely, deep in dark despair. When you want her only, tell me where is she where?. And if she says to you, that she don't love me. Just give her my message, tell her of my plea.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. . Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,. Let your heart be light. From now on,. Our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas,.
I'm staring out into the night,. Trying to hide the pain.. I'm going to the place where love. And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain..
I'm staring out into the night, trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love. And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Inyectndo adrenalina en tu sangre. Programando virus en tu sien. Insertando acoples en el aire. Oxido vencido del ayer. Decibeles snicos brutales. Ya viciado oxgeno fatal.
(backwards CD Intro). You think you're alive motherfucker?. You're just the walking fucking dead.. You're fucking sheep, stepping on my back to stay alive..
I don't tell no tales about no hot dusty roads. I'm a city boy and I stay at home. I make no excuses I just don't want to roam. And I don't like being alone.
I went to Lolla with my mom. And my mom met everyone. And I talked to Henry Rollins. And he talked to my mom. And my mom says, "He's no fun". Henry Rollins is no fun.
You say, that you've changed but you haven't budged an inch. You think you got better but your attitude stinks. . You're still diving down my throat, not giving me a chance.
Wasted all our hopes on a whim. And they let us down. It's all coming down again. . In the end there was nothing left but questions. What started as a revolution petered out in guilt and shame.
I grabbed a flashlight, just like I always do. A damp sorta night, and now I'm telling you, well. I saw a pair of eyes, and I'm sure they saw me too. Don't never never run, hell yes I'm going too.
I paid you, squeaky wheel. Go try healing this too. That said, you're full of it. On a bend, beg to fail. Properly holding your grudge. That said, you're full of shit.
See it startled. Afternoon I had to ask or dare I ever know. Tell us, we are demented. Watch as attention span. Hold so fast then goes up in smoke. . I don't think you're nervous enough.
All our needs put together. Don't bleed on their own. You paid for an eyeful. So behold the bull. Why can't I look up, (out in the clearing). Tell me what's there below, (end over end).
Am I speaking Japanese?. I told you 20 times a week. But you still don't get it. . It doesn't mean that I'm not sad. But I know what we had went bad. And you still, you don't get it.