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.
Since I left, I've been gone so long and I can't turn back. I don't miss what I never had or what I lack. Hard to hit a shot from the hip hot steamin' lead.
Poor little girl born to an modern world - lonely. Teenage angst ridden tried to make. Herself heard - lonely. . From a one horse town to a burg twice the size.
Hit it. . Well, do you know what to do. When the world come crashin' down at your chances. But when it's fallin' apart. Do you know what to do. . Well, are you gonna cry.
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.
I got time for some rock'n'roll. Never really cared about my soul. Workin' all day won't get me far. So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car. Pack of smokes and a bottle of wine.
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.
You say you want to help me out. But you just fill my head with doubt. I got my own reality and it. Sure ain't virtual. It's my highway. And I choose my lane.
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.
You're pushin' your luck. You want to come on through'. You're pushin' it too hard. You don't know what to do. . You want to get around. You're gonna fuck it all up.
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.
They can't say what state we're in. They can't blame on what song we spin. 'Cause it's fucked up business scene. Where they want everything to be so clean yeah!.
Past morning and I raise my head. Won't turn on the lights, won't get out of bed. Phone bugs me, baby, you're not here. I wish I didn't wake up. . How I wish today was yesterday's news.
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.