Today I walked down our old street. Past the diner where we'd meet. Now I dine alone in our old seats. The cold wind blows right through my bones. And I feel like I'm getting old.
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club. A new wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns. Magazines form overseas, won't teach you how to feel.
And when the clock strikes twelve. Tell me where you're gonna be. Cleaning up the mess we've made. Or watching your TV. And if you have to ask. Then you don't have a clue,.
When the clock strikes twelve. Tell me where you're gonna be. Cleaning up the mess we made. Or watching your TV. . And if you have to ask. Then you don't have a clue.
While I tripped, I fell down naked. While I scratched my knees, they bled. Sew up my eyes, knead now more. In our game there is no score. . Forgive me father, why should you bother?.
I tripped, I fell down naked. I scratched my knees, they bled. Sew up my eyes need no more. In our game there is no score. . Forgive me father why should ya bother.
Like a target drawn across my chest. She's a bullet in Russian roulette. You said you'd never turn your back on me. (Rescue me, rescue me). Would you stand by me and bury me?.
Everybody is tired. And poor and sick of trying. If you see me. On the corner. Will you stop or will you splash me. Take a look at. What we've become.
Time, rolling along with the waves. A thousand miles away. Holding you close in the rain. Seems just like yesterday. . Lost up in a faraway place. And in my hand remains.
Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground. Let the rain fall down to the ground. And the birds don't sing, no, they don't make a sound. When you're six feet underground.
The gun is loaded when the class is full. Down the hatch and the trigger's pulled. Off the wagon and they're back onto the stool. . I know that when I stare into your eyes.
A slap in the face and I can't erase. These things that you say. Don't make it all okay, it's not okay. . When push comes to shove. I'll put on the gloves.
She reads a book from across the street. Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two. She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
Well, I'm scared of my reflection. Is it mine or is it yours?. And I swear I hear the knocking. But there's no one at the door. . Don't think I'm losing my perspective.
My head, it hurts. Each day it's getting worse. My looks and smile. Have now become my curse. Tight lips, red skirt. The never ending street. Big car, little man.
They found an empty bottle on her windowsill. The day her mother lost her sleeping pills. She was sick and tired of being invisible. Hard to see in color when you're miserable.
I stumble through the wreckage rusted from the rain. There's nothin' left to salvage, no one left to blame. Among the broken mirrors I don't look the same.
Rejected since day one. My name is bastard son. I've been damned so many times I've lost count. Blue collar, working man. Devises master-plan. Bipolar with a mental side arm.
I never bite off more than I could chew. But then she came and bit me. I never bite off more than I could chew. But then she bit my leg. She said don't want to work I want to play and live my life like it was Sunday.
Vanities are only charity. And she makes donations at the Tiffany's. Life is hard without a credit card. To get by, get by. . She sold her dreams for security.