Staring out of my window. Watching the cars go rolling by. My friends are gone. I've got nothing to do. . So I sit here patiently. Watching the clock tick so slowly.
I'm on a sentimental journey. Into sight and sound. Of no return and no looking back or down. A consciences objector to the. War that's in my mind. Leaving in the lurch.
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days. They're getting over the hill. Death is closing in and catching up. As far as I can tell. . Got a plan of action and cold blood.
Waiting in a room. All dressed up and bound and gagged. Up to a chair. It's so unfair. I don't dare move. For the pain she puts me through. It's what I need.
Dreaming, I was only dreaming. Of another place and time. Where my family's from. . Singing, I can hear them singing. When the rain had washed away. All these scattered dreams.
Come with me and let's go for a ride. Follow me to the other side. As I sit around and watch you pout. . 'Cause I know that you're the. Best thing in town -- Best thing around.
I've got a knack for fuckin' everythin' up. My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. My fuse is short and my blood pressure's high. I lose control and I get myself all wound up.
Hey there, looking at me. Tell me, what do you see?. But you quickly turn your head away. . Try to find the words I could use. Don't have the courage to come up to you.
Gonna build it up just to burn it down. You're a princess I'm a fucking clown. Stop the presses 'cause I'm killing time. Won't you be my bloody valentine?.
Starry nights city lights coming down over me. Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head. Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown. This dirty town was burning down in my dreams.
Stranded, lost inside myself. My own worst friend. And my own closest enemy. I'm branded, maladjusted. . Never trusted anyone. Let alone myself. I must insist.
Hey, old man in woman's shoes. I wonder if he knows I think he's crazy. When he was young did he have dreams. Of wearing woman's shoes and being crazy?.
Hysteria, mass hysteria!. Mass hysteria!. Mass hysteria!. . Red alert is the colour of panic. Elevated to the point of static. Beating into the hearts of the fanatics.
I was alone. I was all by myself. No one was looking. I was thinking of you. . Oh yeah, did I mention. I was all by myself. All by myself, all by myself.
I was alone. I was all by myself. No one was looking. I was thinking of you. . Oh yeah, did I mention. I was all by myself. All by myself, all by myself.
I was alone. I was all by myself. No one was looking. I was thinking of you. . Oh yeah, did I mention. I was all by myself. All by myself, all by myself.
What brings you around?. Did you lose something the last time you were here?. You'll never find it now. It's buried deep with your identity. . So stand aside and let the next one pass.
I sit in the state of a daydream. With all of your words flying over my head. Even more time gets wasted. In a daze. . It should seem obvious to you. Your screams and cries are never going to work.
My mental stability reaches its bitter end. And all my senses are coming unglued. Is there any cure for this disease someone called love. Not as long as there are girls like you.
Born into Nixon and I was raised in Hell. A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled. The last one born, and the first one to run. My town was blind from refinery sun.