I smash fists. Into my face. I feel it. . This is good. This is good. This is good. This is good. . I punch the wall. With my fists. I feel it. . This is good.
You're the kind of woman, I've been dreaming of. But I never thought that I could ever say it good enough. To win your love. . You probably think I'm foolish, you probably tell me so.
I can tell you're afraid to move any closer. You say you've learned your lesson before. And you're sure, you won't risk your love anymore. . Even though all of this may seem so familiar.
Thirsty and miserable. You drop to the floor. You drink 'til you can't. Even see any more. . Thirsty and miserable. Always wanting more. Thirsty and miserable.
My old friend lives up in the mountains. He flew up there to paint the world. He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on. This little picture to me seems blur.
Swinging man. I'm hanging around. Hangin' 'round. I'm the swinging man and my feet. Never touch the ground. Swinging man. Swinging man. I swing back and forth.
You know you are the crazy girl. You know your pants are on fire. You're in heat. You feel like you've(? ) just a little higher. . My target. Is your eyes.
T.V. PARTY TONIGHT. T.V. PARTY TONIGHT. T.V. PARTY TONIGHT. T.V. PARTY TONIGHT. . WE'RE GONNA HAVE A T.V. PARTY TONIGHT...ALRIGHT. WE'RE GONNA HAVE A T.V. PARTY ...ALRIGHT...TONIGHT.
You had tragic 8-ball eyes. But you laughed at your demise. like it was a joke. . All goosed up, suburban trash. Your arms are tied, you're failing fast.
Well, I can see it ain't far way. Tell destiny that we're on our way. We're closing in now it's in our sights. No turning back now it's do or die. . We don't care what the papers say.
I carried this letter. all through the winter. in fear of what it might say. I know the reasons. they change so fast. and we can never make it back. .
Falling in love is like donating blood. One person gives and the other one sucks. No one feels the hopelessness 'till it's gone. . You take the beat baby, I'll take the blame.
There's no place that I would rather be. The whole wide world doesn't mean so much to me. For this is where I belong. Oh, this is where I belong. . Tell me now if you want me here to stay?.
you're so afraid to lose control,. standing closer when it takes hold. you said, "it feels so good to be right here with you and turned on by her". . I don't want to complicate.
Some things in life are so beautiful. Make you real glad and so dutiful. Some things in life are so beautiful. Make you go back again and again. Make you go right back till the end.
Breathing mask, gloves and leather. Stations of the Cross. I've got no wings full of feathers. Just my engines and a little sauce. . I never go up just for the money.
I'm walking through the wood. And I'm barefoot. Looking for my little brother. Before he finds me. . Don't make a sound. Don't even sneeze. I think I hear my little brother.
Wait until dawn. The streets will be cool and clean again. Then it's time to go downstairs, meet the man. He'll be sittin' in a limo with a gun in his hand.
saw something in the paper just the other day,. it was all about a band and the music that they play. black 47 advocates violence,. musical guerillas in their terrorist alliance.
Oh, I see you lookin' from the corner of your eye. As I put on me make-up, hoist me skirt up high. I won't be comin' home tonight, just so as you know.