Baby got his feelings hurt singing that old standard. You can't break a rule that ain't been made. A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and black fields.
I was born on Snake Hill and that's where I'll probably die. 'Cause I don't like to kill but I've got poison in my bite. Well, I feel safe to say. That I should probably stay upon Snake Hill.
You wanna sing a song. Okay here we go. Lets sing a song while we're away from home. Hush little Maggie don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird.
Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly go the days. . Sunrise, sunset. You wake up, then you undress. It always is the same. . A sunrise and the sun sets.
{"So long, everything" he shouted. Then he ran next door to Margot's house. "I'm moving," he said, "where?" asked Margot. "Two weeks away, two weeks away," he said M-Mitchell.
He always gets so mad things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up" you'd say, but on the back deck you admit. That you haven't felt much like laughing lately anyway.
Now and again. It seems worse than it is. But mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air. As you climb up the stairs. To that coffin you call your apartment.
There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet. She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street.
She says she's read too many fashion magazines. She's forgotten what real love is like. And as the basement collects more kids off the street. They smoke themselves to death waiting for the band to begin.
Took the fireworks and the vanity. The circuit board and the city streets. Shooting star, swaying palm tree. Laid it at the arbiter's feet. . If I could change my mind, change the paradigm.
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open. That fixes all of life's mistakes. I wanna be the house that you were raised in. The only place that you feel safe.
Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find. Easily, more than sufficient doubt that. These colors you see were picked in advance. By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
Virginia is almost sleeping. The night is getting older. There's static on the TV. She's lying on the sofa. The cats crawl over her. . Jenny is in the garage.