Swallow up. And then go flush it down. Monday special. Get with the latest sound. So here's a treat. Go waste it's sweetness on the desert air. Brand new sensation.
No way to settle when you're sleepin' with the devil. And you know they're gonna figure you out. They're gonna blow your cover it's one way or another.
In the night you feel. Somewhat unreal. And it ain't fiction. . It's catching up with you. Nothing you can do, no. . And the hurt begins. Leeches on your skin.
Ten to one and then it's over. Executives are taking turns. Options lost in dirty water. Got a whole lot left to give but still you're burned. . No one ever said it'd be easy.
Ever had a rendezvous with reason. Or a punch out with sense. I have 'em all the time you know. It ain't the season. They say I look a little tense. It do get worse.
I know where I come from. Sands of the fatherland. I'll face any battle. Though I don't understand. I pledge the allegiance. The flag I wave tonight. Not only am I grateful.
Always gonna be here with you. Till the day that you die. Wrapped up in an institution. Asking me why. . I can be at service. But mostly I just make you nervous.
Sure as time is a teacher. Confusion makes it so hard to tell. It's bound to be hard to be her. But it seems she's the best part of hell. . Astray in myladys mansion.
Lights are out in the street where I stand. It sure would be great to have a clock with no hands. Met a man said he was wise and in tune. Lazy Sundays turn to Mondays to soon.
TRY TO CONVINCE YOURSELF THAT YOU'RE DOING ME A FAVOR. WHEN NOT TOO DEEP INSIDE YOU THAT IT AIN'T SO. SO YOU COMPETE WITH THE ARTS. AND YOUR ACT IS CLIMBING UP THE CHARTS.
I wanted the women. To go round the world. Got the boat down to Helsinki city. With boys who act like little girls. It ain't quite what I pictured. Ain't quite what I had in mind.
You put the hurt on me, babe. I put the hurt right back. That's a lot of hurt and we're headin'. Down on a nowhere track. . My eye for your eye. Your tooth for my tooth.
She got me burning. Got a fever and I'm feeling beat. My blood's boiling in a place so special. Between my head and feet. I got my mind made up. But a part of me is about to bust.
I'm in heavy I'm in deep. I look cool but inside I weep. I'm older but sure ain't as wise. As I pretend to it's mostly all lies. I'm a liar I'm a cheat.
The ship has sunk and hit rock bottom. We played our parts not very well. So it has come to an end. We wanted blessings and we got 'em. But there's no sequel.
I have a t.v. screen of some 32 inches. T.v. dinner and an easy chair. From where I view a disaster. And switch the channel fast. And thank my lucky star I wasn't there.
Out of time out of tune. Born sucking on a silver spoon. Trying hard for the best. You don't come close but I can stand the test. Here's a hint here's a clue.
Down on free street. Buried six feet down. In a one horse. Carefully locked door town. Where no one ever comes around. There ain't nothing there to be found.
I was paralyzed. As I opened up my bloodshot eyes. Do I really want to know. Where I've been. Or where I've put my nose. . I'm in a rut. Keep kicking myself in the nuts.
Hey girl. You'll land it. You've got supplies. If they demand it. You've got the looks. And the glamour. Cut by the chisel. And beat by the hammer. . They're naive.