I wake up in the basement. I'm so hungry. I'm dry. I must be here sleep walking. Musn't I?. . Related. . 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs.
What a drag it is. These gold lame' jeans. Is this the coolest way. To get though your teens. Well, I cut my hair weird. I read that it was in. I looked like a rooster.
Let's assume. That he's the groom. And he's been waiting. To consummate all night. And you're the bride. You're locked tight. Inside the bathroom. And you're overcome with freight.
You're in my way. You cross the line. You're in my face. You're on my case, you really waste my time. . Don't like your style. Don't like your sound. You talk too much.
I can't do right when all I want to do is wrong. My conscience sounds alarm like the waning of a Chinese gong. I know about the punishment, I know about the law.
There it stands way up high. A million bodies piled to the sky. Arms and legs, feet and hands. Impossible to understand. . Countless heads, ears and eyes.
Somebody better shake you. Somebody better turn your head around. I'm scratching like a wild cat. I'm spitting fire on the ground. . You got my venom running thru ya.
Looks like all your laws are broken, all your lines are down. And all your officers are shook up babbling little clowns. Looks like all your power's gone, it's sprayed upon the wall.
When I look back at my time at the track. And I played, and I played, and I played, and I was. Shooting the craps at the back of Fat Jack's. Come on, fade me, Jake.
I'm not a Buddha boy. I'm not a Muslim man. I'm not a Christian or a Jew. . I'm not a Mormon freak. I'm not a Catholic geek. And I'm nothing at all like you.
Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat. Sheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat. In the parlour where the lights are low. A vulture sister act, I watch their show.
We work this band 'cause they make it rock. But we're the guys that make it roll. We move the drums, and amps, and junk. Road rats: we're a pack. And the road's our home.
Yeah, I'm such a liar. One time I told you. You were the highlight. Of all of my sexual life. . While I'm confessing. When you're undressing. I was picking the lock.
Don't need a crystal ball for me to see clearly. No astrology or Tarot cards. Watching CNN and holding my breath. To face the daily news scares me to death.
Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case. This one has a skull but it don't have a face. These look like the arms of father so strong. And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone.
Sonny wakes up in the morning feeling kinda sick. Needs a little Stoli Vodka, needs it really quick. Sees a little blood run from his eyes. Feels a little hotel paralyzed.
I'm hidden in the scream. When the virgin dies. I'm the ache in the belly. When your baby cries. And I'm the burnin' sensation. When the convict fries.
We've been so caught up in the subject of personnel. Playing and acting, and slaving and bathing ourselves. . Who lies and who tries to come over everyone.
I'm nuclear infected. I really don't mind. I just go out when the sun goes down. And have a real good time. . I can clear out any ballgame. In a minute and a half.
When I was 10, fell out of bed. Got three stitches in my head. It hurt like hell. I saw the blood, I felt the pain. I'd like to feel it once again. 'Cause I don't feel it.