the moon goes up, i start to sweat call the doctor, call the vet my brain goes numb, my blood gets hot all i need is what you got. . i'm a werewolf, baby, and here i come i'm a werewolf, baby, and here i come.
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir. Easy tangles the easiest so far. . I drove down your road. To Hazeldean where I tasted. Your funeral home's. Sandwiches and coffee.
He said, "I'm fabulously rich, come on just let's go". She kind of bit her lip, "Jeez, I don't know". But I can guarantee, there'll be no knock on the door.
Bring me back in shackles. Hang me long out in the sun. Exonerate me. Forget about me. . I recommend measures for ending it. Lover, she simply slammed the door.
Bring me back in shackles. Hang me long out in the sun. Exonerate me. Forget about me. . I recommend measures for ending it. Lover, she simply slammed the door.
We wake up different, rifle through our dreams. Another placid day, ripples at the seams. . Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you're right?. Or 'cause I don't want to fight?.
You triumphed over will. You had immunity to kill. You had your dreams fulfilled. And I love you still. . But there's a power beyond control. There's a fire in the hole.
Like anyone I knew a Dave. Drove a Plymouth Shallow Grave. Said, "My girl don't just walk, she unfurls". With motorcycle language. He stumbled through his slang pledge.
He's a man-sized Eldorado. Hooved a doo. And who could blame him. Who could blame him. Where we going?. What's the ticket?. Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy.
Done and done. I never get my way. You always get your way. I never get my way. . Done and done. Talk about me. I'll listen for hours. 'Cause I don't know how it ends.
I can't imagine how you feel, and this is how you feel. You say your name like you're no longer convinced. But now they're strapping you in, and closing the lid.
I'd been carving you. To see what form you'd take. You were hiding in ivory. I just wanted to free your shape. . Bringing me down. It's too quiet to breathe.
They shot a movie once in my hometown. Everybody was in it from miles around. Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing. Well, I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything.
i hear the music and it hurts my head bad now. if you don't like it you can play your own hand now. it's not the music though, it's not a movement, it's a theory and now i'm gonna prove it.