Come on out. Tell me again. Is it time to start the end. There was something going on. Gave some color to the world. But nothing's changed at all. It can all come down to this.
Come on out, tell me again. Is it time to start the end. There was something going on. Gave some color to the world. But nothing's changed at all. . It can all come down to this.
What have I told you?. Nobody ever shuts up. Rather than listen. They hear themselves talk. Godawful habit. Try to behave yourselves. Nothing the matter.
Hey, you know, this shiver I've got. It's part of a legacy. For all the times that I know. have never be good to me. But when you go and try to sort it out,.
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide. Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride. Till I get to the bottom and I see you again..
This is the hardest time, I can't define it's never easy. When you're said goodbye. We're all inclined to act like nothing's wrong. . I am the one, he said.
She is happy when she is all alone. She's not that hyperactive. No, she don't need the phone tonight. No, she'd rather stay inside. . How she worries, just like the most of us.
Christmas is hell on earth. I know nothing worse. Than being depressed and told to be happy. The season of suicide. I know why they died. Christmas reminds me I have nothing.
And I will sing for the meek. Those who pray with their very lives for peace. Though they're in chains for a higher call. Their mourning will change into laughter.
A bus station, in the steam from the rain. In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?. The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now. And the houses spread for a million miles, in this gray town.
Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun. Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky. Still clinging to the prodigal sun. . But I'm on my way back home.
Learn this lesson well:. You create your own hell and sometimes its soothing.. Its true that thoughts can kill. and that the road to hell is paved with the best intentions..
There's a recipe. There's a recipe for this. there's a recipe. . Something not to miss. And I look into her eye. And I look into her eye. . Should I ask myself who's out the window.
I'm a gamblin' man.. Every mintue, every second of my life.. Walking here's the easy part.. Miles from home in my piece of shit car.. Look at me, kiss my face..
And baby take it off, checkered thighs on a pretty pawn. This vicious velvet ain't enough. So baby make a move, my neon eyes are set on you. The devil's language tastes of lust.
Baby, take it off. Checkered thighs on a pretty pawn. This vicious velvet ain't enough. So baby, make a move. My neon eyes are set on you. The devil's language taste of lust.
I said her love is my religion, is my religion, is my religion, is my religion. . Some have them Bibles, and some go to church. Well I found my heaven, inside of her.
I drank from this cup till it watered down my soul. I need You, so I'll thirst no more. I started down this path such a long, long time ago. I need to find my way home.
I'm the shy boy. You're the coy boy. And you know we're. Homosapien too. I'm the cruiser. You're the loser. Me and you sir. Homosapien too. Homosuperior.
Hollow inside, I was hollow inside. But I couldn't find out what the reason was. Why I was. . Hollow inside, I was hollow inside. But I couldn't find out what the reason was.