The days are gone when the girls. Used to kiss his nose. To wake him up in the morning. He looks at his wife once she was young. But now she's older. Than himself and all that happened without warning.
This is no story it's the key of existence. A little thing you better not forget. I don't know nothing bout it's a water-resistance. Why don't you use your head.
I sit in my flat watch the late night news. 'Bout troubles with turks and troubles with Jews. Gallons of beer stream into my mouth. They've shot a prime minister somewhere down south.
A million dollar baby. Has lost its father today. The fallen angel stays in bed. With a bullet in his head. . Success makes you horny. And pills calm you down.
Well, I'm sitting in my window. Watching all the teens. Cruising in the street. Showing their mines. . And they shake what they've got. Up and down like a ball.
There's an old lady living in an old house. Since her husband died she hasn't been out. She lives in her own world with her own little nightmares. And she's stopped counting the days.
By the garbage cans the sits. In her hands she holds a plastic bag. She borrowed from the supermarket. Her eyes starring holes into the night. Open windows are her radio.
I see rockets in the desert sky. I see flesh and blood and I don't know why. I've seen fathers and I've seen them die. I've seen mothers and their daughters cry.
Its ok for today. Lets meet again tomorrow. But for now. I guess Ive had enough. Call me up and then. Well talk about the sorrow. From the distance. The things are half as tough.
Hello!. . Tu dis que je suis un fous. Je dis que tu es la folie. Tu dis que je suis un fous. Je dis que tu es la folie. Tu dis je suis un grand filou.
It was the calm before the storm when we met. We've saved our life's and lost our hearts instead. We've lost our consciousness lost everything we had.
Oh Eleonore. You came the long way home. Coming with a dream. And going back alone. . Oh Eleonore. You have left this place. So there's no warm embrace.
15 minutes to show. And 15 more days to go. I feel like a cake and every night I cut. A piece out for you. . So don't tell me that you're hungry. I know you are, but I am too.
He sits in a room down the dead end street. Dirty old t-shirt sweating in the heat. He's got no girl and no money for a drink. No deeper way to sink. No deeper way.
There is this emptyness I carry around with me. Just like a hole that you will never see. I wander in the sun but it's cold inside of me. I'm a monkey in the zoo but someone cut my tree.
A non smoking flight to, nowhere. Ready to take off. Last exit before breakdown. Send a smile back from above. . I'm not looking for salvation. I'm not waiting for realease.
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom.... . We didn't want to cause any trouble. We just wanted them to listen to the band,. So we gave 'em a fax that said:.