I'm a junkyard full of false starts. and I don't need your permission. to bury my love under this bare light bulb. . the moon is a sickle cell. it'll kill you in time.
They're waking you up to close the bar. the street's wet you can tell by the sound of the cars. the bartender's singing Clementine. while he's turning around the open sign.
I have become a silent movie. The hero killed the clown. . Can't make a sound. Can't make a sound. Can't make a sound. . Nobody knows what he's doing.
No bad dream fucker? s gonna boss me around. Christian brothers gonna take him down. It can? t help me get over. Don? t be cross, this sick I want. . I? ve seen the boss blink on and off.
I'm a color reporter (rose city on the 409). But the city's been bled white (white city on the yellow line). And the doctor orders (drinking till he's trashed is just a waste of time).
pick me up in an hour or so. I don't really recommend it, no. they'll probably just put you down. I believe you. I wanna be you. I believe you. I wanna be you.
Drink up baby, stay up all night. With the things you could do, you won't but you might. The potential you'll be. that you'll never see. The promises you'll only make.
Drink up baby, stay up all night. With the things you could do. You won't but you might. The potential you'll be that you'll never see. . The promises you'll only make.
Throwing candy out to the crowd. Dragging down the main. The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth. Who's always got something to say. You're sitting around at home now.
baby Britain feels the best. floating over a sea of vodka. separated from the rest. fights problems with bigger problems. sees the ocean fall and rise.
Someone's always coming around here. Trailing some new kill. Says "I've seen your picture on a. Hundred-dollar bill". What's a game of chance to you,.
Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity caught stars. In her arms. Hello, Hello Kitty happy in New York City. Amity walking like a lucky. Charm.
I'd say you make a perfect. Angel in the snow. All crushed out on the way you are. Better stop before it goes too far. . Don't you know that I love you?.
alphabet city is haunted. constantina feels right at home. she probably won't say you're wrong. but you're already wrong. you're already wrong. and you threw up whatever she shot down.
Here come your pride and joy. The comic little drunk. You call your boy. Making everybody smile. Who takes your pretty plan. And then becomes a disappearing man.
i got a question mark. you got a need to always take some shot in the dark. i don't have to make pretend the picture i'm in is totally clear. you think that all things have a way they ought to appear.
You walk down Alameda. Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone. Like some precious only son. Face down, bow to the champion. . You walk down Alameda.
Everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell. And I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling. . In the city I built up and blew to hell. I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling.
I'm floating in a black balloon. O.D. on Easter afternoon. My mama told me, "Baby stay clean,. there's no in between.". . But all you ladies and you gentlemen.
I'm going out sleepwalking. Where mute memories start talking. The boss that couldn't help but hurt you. And the pretty thing he made desert you. . I'm going out like a baby.