And Ill borrow the famous last words, the poisoned nightingales final verse, the stolen glass shards that remind us of the part when we were growing up, not growing old.
Robin Goodfellow changed the locks. And cleared away the cans. He welcomed one and all. Singing aloud. I've done it again. I've done it again. . He's holding on to his holy job.
Horse gallops down the back pike, in the broad of day. Romeo commands that stallion to change rein, down Broadway. Woman fixed to a window ledge, prays softly for her hero to arrive.
I'm big record company. there is no god except money. sell out is the only word you have to believe. . I'm a law that you agree. religion is an alibi.
Intro. . Rock with me. Rock with me. . Skat. . Ooohh Yeah. . Verse 1. . Anywhere you go. My heart will follow. Anything you need to do. You know that I got you.
I trust you Lord. I trust you Lord. No matter what I'm going thru. I'm giving it all to you. . I trust you Lord. I trust you Lord. No matter what I'm going thru.
September 27th 2010. It is the 21st century. Mankind has driven into insanity.. Planet Earth is being abused and tortured by the evil human traits.. Selfishness and insensitiveness suppress our very own divine nature..
This hate, was never your call. You can't help but stare where love once held you close. And shaped, the world of your dreams. The world that you never thought, would leave you here.
I know theres got be. More in love than smoking weed. Getting off and getting by. You are the rhythm to my rhyme. . You are my radio. Turn you up when I feel low.
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight. Zero hour, nine A.M.. And I'm gonna be high. As a kite by then. . I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife.
What you want, baby, I got it. What's you need? You know I got it. All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you get home. Hey baby, when you get home, mister.
[Chauncey talking:]. Hey, I know how you feel. You feel alone. But all you have to do is... reach out.. . [Chauncey:]. Now if you feel that you can't go on.
What if I say to you. That I have a little problem. That my soul is empty and insipid. Like an average russian watermelon. . There's no music. There's no shine.
Stunned and scared I've been standing against the wall. You're my imaginary friend in my imaginary world. All that I can do is just run behind the night.
You put your rifles down,. But in your ears there's still that swishing sound.. And you feel lost somehow,. Where is that piece for you that they have found?.
I could rule the world in this highest tree. Thrusting to the sky would you climb up for me?. Cause we could rule the world honey. I could be deceiving if you want me to be.