Don't be so rude. I was only trying to make conversation. Hey, don't go down, this is not going anywhere. . Got a dead shark on our hands. Got a dead shark on our hands.
Johnny, my love, get out of the business. It makes me wanna rough you up so badly. Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic. Toss you up and pump you full of lead.
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows. And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows. . And, oh, all the tears in four tiny years.
Don't know where we'll be tomorrow. But we'll beg and borrow everything we need. You're standing next to me, where I want to be. Is anywhere you are. .
Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial. It wasn't fun this time, letting you go. What if I never, a bullet forever. Held out my hand to you?. We wouldn't have known beautiful flow.
I met him at a party. And he told me how to drive him home. He said he liked to do it backwards. I said, "That's just fine with me. That way we can fuck and watch TV".
I learn my name, I write with a number two pencil. I work up to my potential, I earn my name. I come when called. . I jump when you circle the cherry.
Okay, this guy walks into a bar. No, I'm just, I'm just fuckin' with you, I'm kiddin'. No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull. And they're standin' on top of a hill.
I love my bionic eyes. I love my crystal vision. If there's anybody out there. Baby, I'm not gonna miss 'em. . I watch the years go by. These are the same old guys I never had any use for.
I'm a big tall man, I cut the grass. My left eye hurts. I am waiting and reading parts. I can be a complicated communicator. . Yes I'm winning, spinning.
Fire up the batmobile. 'Cause I gotta get outta here. I don't speak the language. And you gave me no real choice. You gave me no real choice. . You made me see that.
Baby got goin' on a southern train, you know. Fired up pistons drivin' below. And the whole vibration, seat upholstery. Silky underwear, oh conductor let's roll, roll, roll, roll.
It's an animal girl and it's lying on the beach. Its ass can surf in the sand while its head's asleep. Its fingers roll a reefer cigarette. Its skin can decompose beneath the sweat.
See the sun rise, so loud. This whole town gets drowned out. Sky-writing with the sweep of a flashlight. I'm driving over that way. Some pot of gold, it's just a carpeting store on opening day.
Okay, this guy walks into a bar. No, I'm just, I'm just fucking with you, I'm kidding. No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull. And they're standing on top of a hill.