Some call it faith, some call it love. Some call it guidance from above. You are the reason we found ours. So thank you stars. . Some people think it's far away.
Time was when we got along. Time was when we got along. It's too bad, that the feeling's gone. Time was when we could agree. Time was when we could agree.
I wonder why this world is sweet Hell. I wonder why this world is in uproar. Everyday you read about somethin' new. They're fightin' all over the world.
Well, she's not the kind of girl. That you forget about. But she walks along the bridge. Is she considering getting out. . But, my friend, when the world comes crashing down.
three days she bled, and three days i bathed. i use her monthly unborn child to lubricate. i am not looking for answers, its not answers that i need. just some stupid bitch to fuck who has a few days to bleed.
i will sit here on this torture throne. all my love. all my hate. all alone. and i will sit here with these hells ive shown. all my life. all my death.
death of mother nature. that bitch deserved what she got. greenhouse teeth eat a world of rot. a sticky situation. the kind you have always known. dont you want to let it go?.
taking baby out for a treat tonight. fuck her up the ass with a switchblade knife. i dont know if its love, but its alright. death is knocking at your front door.
lonely dead stuck bleeding pig. lonely ditch i choose to dig. inside. and it burns in the face of the one whos mother cried. lonely tumer inside my head.
"the enemy of my enemy is my friend". suck my dick and choke on the load that i blow. right down your fucking throat!. ive already forgotton more than you will ever know.
you could have been anythng but you ended up in a tissue beside the bed. but i love you, all my dead babies. you could have been anything but you ended up a stain on some whores dress.
am i not good enough. am i not what you want. then take this fucking gun and blow my head off. because i dont want you here with me in the end of days.
It's 3 AM and I'm waiting. for the coffee perculating. in the kettle in the back. And there's no use getting all upset. about who is degrading who. when there is hockey on the set.
Come down from your tree house condominium. And start driving around that station wagon. With the wood on the side. Take off that jumpsuit, you look like grace slick.
Bletchley Park,. what a lark.. a-Cypher girls. they're dressed in curl,. they gave to Monty. very best. of their Ultra.. . & Thomas Flower,. in his hour,.
Oh Tina, Tina sing-a-lel-uv-a-tyia wa-cha wa-cha wa-cha. Tina sing-a-lel-uv-a-tyia wa-cha wa-cha wa-cha. . Oh Tina, Tina sing-a-lel-uv-a-tyia wa-cha wa-cha wa-cha.
I'm alternating between heavy and light. Between meaning and nonsense. And having a drink. I have counted all the lines on the road. Between here and los angeles.
What did it mean to fly. A tremor in your soul. To resist the dull existence of gravity. Upward bound, trees fly. Two meadows and a fields. And the border is a simple line of hills.
He was the river boat gambler. He was the son of the chief of police. He drove around in a rambler. He had a message from the chief. He drove around in a rambler.