This is the first time. Also the worst time. For me to fall in love with you. If the truth was told on me. You had a hold on me. And I wondered if you knew.
She got everything she needs. She's an artist, she don't look back. She got everything she needs. She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the night time.
Lady in a turban, cocaine tree. Does a dance so rhythmically. She's cryin', and a singin' and having a time. Don't that cocaine tree look fine. . You've got to put on your sailin shoes.
woah oh oh oh oh. ra na na. ra na na. ra na na na na na. . can I hide my skeleton's in your closet?. you don't mind or have you lost it?. you say you love me.
Get me a big bucket. Filled to the brim with cold water. Pour it on my head and wait. . Nothing I have ever. Felt has made me lose my head, I've never.
Streets and roads. Like those we saw. Sitting in my car, babe. . Radio's on. We're driving slow to the town. . Place we know. Don't want to go there alone.
Only talk. When silence is listening. Spoon-fed guilt is slowly poisoning. Don't prod my speech. Because I can't answer that. I can't be teached. It's something beyond that.
Have you been peeping past your own windowpane.... Oh yeah, once again?. I ain't your cistern, but I somehow feel like I'm to blame. There's a space that needs to be.
Six wheels rolling, rolling over my arms. If you don't notice then you don't notice anything. Do you?. The sky is sweating and the moon's turned to blood.
Sunday Driver. . His left elbow is hanging out the window. His left finger steerin' the wheel. His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart. and it's paradise in his love mobile.
At a red stop light in some sleepy town. An old truck pulled up with the windows down. That song from the past was playin' full blast. . And all at once I was seventeen.
Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 am. Cleaning out the mini bar ringing you again. I've already called you 14 times just to say goodnight. I need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lights.
I used to picture you naked on the floor. But I just can't do that anymore. And I used to love the things we did. If God's a witness, God forbid. But I just can't do that anymore.
(Take it home with a burn). What's that thing upon your forehead growing. Now there's holes for something to get in there. You hide 'em fast so noone sees it.
Teach me how you laugh, oh. Keep me from the path they go. . All my life I strived for your time. And your only blood. You're gone now a stranger. . Keep me from the path they go.
Stitch me back, one by one!. Stitch me back, one by one!. You mend me, you fix me.... . Stitch me back, one by one!. Stitch me back, one by one!. You mend me, you fix me....
The conversations with myself. Screaming out words in which I felt. It's like I've been tied down. There's only one way out. . I can't get the words out, I can't get the words out.
Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records. Well, me too, so fuck Will Smith. That don't rhyme, drats.
Eventide rise for ritual. With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will. Roar forth steer the dead leave forced. Driven by fear shift gears veer towards.