Could you go any slower?. You're such a church goer. Got the home field advantage. And all that you can manage. Is to stay home drinking. The thought of it is bringing me down.
Through the remains I have been sorting. Seeking refuge underneath fluorescent skies. An apocalypse of pity. I know she is safe and building her disguise.
We all love a millionaire. On the radio, with a great video. And all the orchestration backing up your screaming guitar. How'd you make it this far?. .
I turned the volume up this morning. Till there was ringing in my ears. I haven't felt this good in years. . Another villain on the cover. Of every major magazine.
Stripping flowers at pedal pace. Twirling blur of legs, legs and lace. Victoria, she loves her name. . Running flushed our faces red. Daring her to kiss, to kiss my head.
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying. All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade. Thirteen miles on 31 are drying. The sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten drops of finger-paints.
Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies. Fell like soldiers dead determined, I surrender. CD cases broken in a desperate chance. To find the perfect ballad to move you.
I've got to get arrested. To keep you interested. And I should have known that I can't. Change the world by staring at it. . My arms have little feeling.
She's signing autographs for hours. The line are longer when you deal with amateurs. I've got some autographs of others. But a shirt that smells a little like her.
Turn the cushions over, tonight we're coming over. Angry once, we're not so anymore. And all that we require is sweep the stage of fliers. It was funny once it's not so anymore.
I've grown tired of conversation, all the play-by-play. A remedy for my salvation seems so far away. Full-time jobs and part-time wages, all the cubicles are cages.
Sleep, sleep all the sleepy town. You are the only one. Now only night light's flickering. Now all is said and done. . Sleep, sleep all the sleepy town.
She loves everybody, she loves everyone. Like the picture taken twenty years ago. That she keeps in her portfolio. . He wants everybody, he wants anything.
She has faces up in her bedroom. And they gaze down on her guarding her slumber. A black bead rosary under her pillow. And when it thunders she clutches it tightly.
senator speak your mind if i smoke filled room. with a view on the top floor me. the president seal the deal yourself a better. hand jobless homeless man on the moon beam.
We are for today. We are for the moment. We are a crusade. But we are invalid. . 1 a.m. rummaging. Stained my hands on her antique. 2 a.m.. With a reverend girl.
My sister had a nursery rhyme, set of figurines. She'd often let me play with them. I'd set 'em up in different scenes. . Fifty plastic army men, led by Superman.
Swallow this scene, I'm on fire. Arms waving, burning higher. Impressing you with what I've done. But every minute I'm losing one by one. . Swallow this scene, sharpen knives.
Blushing a cue for her falsities. Advantage is my only masterpiece. Penny is poison but I don't mind. Penny is poison but I don't mind. . Gardening malice for murderers.
I'm feeling very moses like, you think that I could lead you?. Or humble more like David, would you help me 'cause I need you?. Or I'll be charismatic with the power to persuade you.