I ain't got no home. When I leave some place, I'm gone. Come back another time. To read the wanted sign. You left me here alone. Now I have to look around.
I heard this from the management. Don't think twice just pay the rent. There's a lot of days that you've just spent. Living in a long gone wilderness tent.
Oh you lofty rider. All peppery and gawk. You make me feel like mercury. Out for a liquid walk. Do you think that I don't have you. All wet from a fresh cocoon.
All right, bet you don't know. What you been working for. Maybe I got a clue. I been working for you. You've got big blue eyes. And your face's white.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. You come in. Say you're my friend. Whoa and then you. Tell me it's the end. You walk by. Close your eyes. And then you tell me.
Who's got a license to kill. Tell me who's got a license to kill. Tell you, I got a license to kill. I got a license to kill myself. Wanna die, wanna die die die.
Got to move. Into a cellar. Just to feel. A little bit loose. Got to slip. From the sky. My hands are nervous. I'll keep a place. Up in the sky. For you to live.
Your foot's a-getting colder. Look over your shoulder. The one you are seeing. That's what you never knew. Hey, please Mom, I'm aching. My feet and my legs are.
I left the beach on last Sunday. I came a long way. From South Carolina to Ohi-a. Wasn't fussy about the way I came. To me it was all the same. I left the beach on last Sunday.
At the edge of reality. You'll find the bird who'll sing to thee. Leave all you have. Leave all you have. At the edge of rodeo row (?). A vulture waits for you to look back.
Shirley ran with the big fat man. All over town with a nervous frown. If you behave then you can save. A license for your liquor store. Shoot a hen, run down again.
Take me back to my Western boat,. Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's,. Where the hagdowns sail and the foghorns wail,. With my friends the Browns and the Clearys,.
(Hans York). . You don't like the sunshine even when it's cold. Don't you miss it this time, don't wait 'till you're old. And your days are gone morning will show no more.
(Hans York/ Phil Cohen). . The falling leaves whisper of love that's dying,. still my mind is telling me to keep on trying.. And I continue denying what I know to be true,.
I sit and stare at you and wonder, how I'd feel if you weren't here. I think you're scared of going under, so much more than you appear. It's not that I would be more capable than you would.
Brown hair and blue-grey eyes. Slim build and average height. Blue jeans and navy coat. Last seen October 9th. . Her photograph is blurred. She was smiling then.
Bh mise i ngr le cailn. Le blianta anuas. Liza ab ainm di. Ach go tobann thnaig s chugam. Le scal a bhris mo chro. . Chorus (after each verse):. Liza.
As I went a-walking in the North Country,. Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be,. As I was a-walking up and down the street,. A pretty little buy-a-broom I chanced for to meet..
'Tis the last rose of summer,. Left blooming alone.. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone.. No flow'r of her kindred,. No rosebud is nigh,. To reflect back her blushes.
The kingdom of stone is on the wild and distant rolling hills. Solitary land stands alone and silence fought. . And look into the dark and endless skies.