And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity, did you see. The way I cowered to authority? You see. And my life, it's a series of compromises, anyway it's a shame.
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow. Is no uncarved block at hand. Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha. There's a shotgun in his hand. .
She makes me bleed, oh yeah. She makes me cry. She makes me sneeze, oh yeah. She makes me sigh. . So bring her on down. Bring her on down from heaven.
My migraine makes me ill. My electricity is low. My laceration soothes itself. My chemicals flow. . And I'm boosting what I take. Just like the Germans, getting off.
Call the repair man. And he'll sort you out. With his bag of tricks. (Bag of tricks). . He said, "I am repair man. Won't you take a bow. Come on give me space.
Winter, Scruffy wakes at dawn. Cold out, snow begins to fall. Birthday, tears in her eyes for me. For to see, yeah. . Me and Scruffy, we float above the crowd.
Stop, you're looking miserable. Can't be bothered gettin' up today. My future's looking positive. No one even picked on me today. . So you tested negative.
To be twisted, to be naked. To be broken, to be free. . Tell me stick or twist, tell me which will it be. I tell you, stick or twist. Tell me which do you see.
Day one, concentrate my energy. My victim's loser personality. Explain what it is that turns me on. Keep a wall to strip my little piggies on. . Keeping control while indulging in duality.
2 foot long and your neck keeps growing. 10 foot tall, 'round your head it's snowing. 25 grand and you work 3 hours. 15 girls through a hole in your trousers.
2 foot long and your neck keeps growing. 10 foot tall, 'round your head it's snowing. 25 grand and you work 3 hours. 15 girls through a hole in your trousers.
If I start this small debate. The center of the universe is up for sale. If my melody should fall. The tune is unimportant as I said before. Or should I say it was the words, I should.
If I start this small debate. The centre of the universe is gone for sale. If my melody should fall. The tune is unimportant as I said before. Or should I say it was the words, I should.
Bigger head, you got no bread in our house. Now look how you have got like this. . Now they sleep in seperate bedrooms. Since they missed the jackpot on Family Fortunes.
Verse One Bigger head, you've got no bread in our house. Now how you have got this..... Now they sleep in seperate bedrooms. Seems they missed the jackpot in family fortunes.
If you feel transition to your other life. Don't need money to be there. Leave behind your money just to prove your worth. Won't be here so I don't care.
Feed this insect inside me. Watch my time dripping off from the walls. This silence and stillness. Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn. . Sympathy leaves in the cold.
I'm not getting sleep at night. My insomnia's a pain. Problems I create myself. I drag here from the day. . Harsh words, I keep them to myself. Hearing my problems, serves to destroy.
I hang glass from the wall, it makes my life seem big. Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big. . You forced me to do things I wasn't aware of.
I traveled from Dublin. You said you'd change the world. You sing like Sinatra, always. . You've pulled 'em for miles now. Like Garbo in Berlin. You played 'em for zeros, just like always.