You're the one for me, fatty. You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay. Promise you'll say. If I'm in your way. You're the one for me, fatty.
Let the heart rest. lay back your head. you were good in your time. and we thank you. You made me feel less alone. you made me feel not quite so. deformed, uninformed and hunchback.
The whispering. May hurt you. But the printed word might kill you. . The whispering. May hurt you. But the printed word might kill you. . So don't let the blue.
When last I spoke to Carol I said:. "I can't pretend it gets easier.". she said:. "I've hung on, I have edged around this narrow ledge since the day I was born in 1975.".
I live a life. I feel the pain. To sing this song. To tell the tale. I wish I never even heard the song. I see the world. It makes me puke. But then I look at you and know.
Reflecting from my deathbed. I'm balancing life's riches. against the ditches. and the flat gray years in-between. all I can see are the never-laid. that's the never played symphonies.
Step-child, you have outlived your time. You represent embarrassment and failure. And the Father who must be killed. Is the blight upon your blighted life.
You chase in the rat-race. And you always feel so hollow. You marry because it's expected of you. And it only makes you feel more lonely. . But still you look down on the teenage dad on.
I'm doing very well. I can block out the present and the past now. I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out. Thank you, drop dead.
I am a poor freezingly cold soul. So far from where I intended to go. . Scavenging through life's very constant lulls. So far from where I'm determined to go.
These tears I'm wailing. I spill not without reason. Remove them. . My dearest love. My. . Take me to the place I've been dreaming of. Where the grotesquely lonely.
We love them. We mourn for them. Unlucky boys of Red. . I wish I'd gone down. Gone down with them. To where Mother Nature makes their bed. . We miss them.
Mama, why did you do it?. Mama, who drove you to it?. . Was it the pigs in grey suits. Persecuting you?. Uncivil servants. Unconcerned at how they frighten you?.
There's a place in the sun for anyone. Who has the will. To chase one and I think I've found mine. Yes, I do believe I have found mine. . So, close your eyes.
Warm lights from the grand houses blind me. Haves cannot stand Have-nots. And my love is under the ground. My one true love is under the ground. And I'll never be.
Your voice, it might say no. But the heart has a will of its own. Your voice, it might say no. But the heart has a heart of its own, own. . It's not your birthday anymore.
I can kill standing still. It's easy. I can scare with a stare. It's easy. . Hey Ringo, It's sad though. Because it's hard to walk tall. When you're small.
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me. . I've been dreaming of a time when.
Warm lights from the grand houses blind me. Haves cannot stand Have-nots. And my love is under the ground. My one true love is under the ground. And I'll never be.
Nobody knows what human life is.. Why we come, why we go.. So why then do I know. I will see you,. I will see you in far off places?. . The heart knows why I grieve.