Hitch a ride. Hitch a ride. . Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones. I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday. The engine has no stories to tell because there's no-one to tell 'em to.
Eu nunca mais vou dizer. O que realmente penso. Eu nunca mais vou dizer. O que realmente sinto. Eu juro, (eu juro por Deus). Eu juro, (eu juro por Deus).
We are present.. We are assembled.. We're ready, so let's get started.. The first order to attend to. Is to get rid of who we outsmarted.. But to do this we'll have to poison.
Don't listen to what people say about us,. They're angry, they want to break us down,. They will never take you from me,. Our sacred days always bring you round.
I'm so sorry I'm not down tonight. But all my friends have lost their minds. And what's more.... ... I'm not happy here anymore.. . We should've stayed at home tonight..
Romance is dead. For all we care, or so it seems.. And while you fall asleep,. I guess I'll just sit and stare.. Let this complacency surround me.. . I can see straight through you..
i will sing you a new song into the next century.. i will be with you.. you will bring me a new day into a glorious age.. you will be with me.. how long to sing this song anew into your infinity..
I'm bitter. I'm twisted. James Joyce is fucking my sister. How can I remember 1690. I was born in 1965. I can see you. I can reach you. I won't be you.
Well, I was hoping I could crash the course. You made out of imagination. I feel it? Do you feel it?. Cause I don't wanna get by, get by, get by. . If pleasure is the ultimate weapon.
Is this real or is it a dream. I can't seem to tell the difference anymore. Caught between needings. And the need to be real. Your open arms gaping. Like a busted sore.
John Coultrane's got a great big train. Colour of the juice running through my veins. And if you leave me boo hoo hoo. I will turn this colour too. Blue blue blue blue bloody blue.
I can feel you breathing. And you're sticking to my skin. Someone shut the morning up. My conscience creeps back in. . I don't hear the words you say.
Judas Judas. I thought you were my friend. Judas Judas. you're just the same as them. I'm in hell and I'm alone. I'm in hell and I'm alone. I'm in hell and I'm alone.
I knew that something was wrong that day. I felt so empty inside with a burning sensation and pain. I wasn't myself, I couldn't react. to a situation or an attack.
11 years of faking it. Same clothes, empty songs. Believing it like a most. Sing your blues and low life tunes. . Make it sad, make it slow. Make it wet like a honeymoon.
So I'll take my chances on the road again. So I'll take my chances on the road again. So sick and tired of this fighting. We haven't left camp yet. And wars have broken out on all sides.
Frozen, like winter's chill. What is the reason that makes you cold hearted?. With fake emotion, so full of perplexity. What is convincing your conscience to stay that way?.
(Keith, Skeoch, Hannon, Wheat, Luccketta)). . One two three four!. . I can't believe this fucked up world in which we're livin' in. Still I do the best that I can.