I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a life.. Without no direction, it's a never-ending strife.. It seemed so perfect as I planted fertile seeds..
Lunatic Larry beating his head on the wall. Soon it will fall, counting his bounds on 'Take Your Pick". With that grid. Television's the wall on the left.
Blending his grin into a sneer. Up to his neck in ancient shit. He'd make a real good military beast. But I'm afraid that's about it. . Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out.
Here it comes again. Another collision. Life changing decision. Why can't you see. The magnitude. Of what it's doing to me. You're taking it lightly. .
[INTRO: CRAW]. La da da da da, uh,. La da da da da, yeah. . [VERSE 1: CRAW]. She didn't have a heart, she had an empty box,. Did what I said, I programmed her thoughts,.
I am no feeble Christ, not me. He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body. Christ forgive, forgive?. I vomit for you, Jesu, shit forgive. .
-D'ya know what I just realized?. -Hm. . He ain't thick, its just a trick. . -Ya that's good. -Hm. -Should we uhh play the whole lot now?. . Their arms have been steel.
The Angels are on T.V. tonight. Grey puke, celluloid shit. The army have sent a mission to Ireland. Just to see to it. Kojack is on the streets again.
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn.. We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn. And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag.
Living by himself alone in this world. Left his home for the love of a girl. He knew better than everyone around. Here he lives broken underground. . And he says, "I don't care if you write me a letter.
Try to get up, go at it again. Never gained a thing, letting others win. Fear is nothing but self-defeat. Might as well just lie down in the street. .
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on. But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended. And all I've ever seen will be forgotten.
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt. Here comes Jane, you know, she's sportin' a chain. Same hair, a revolution, same build, evolution. Tomorrow who's gonna fuss?.
We turn out water into wine. It's something we do all the time. It doesn't cost a single dime. And it's beautiful, yes, it's beautiful. . Our glasses, never just half full.
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook. The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling. Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann, when he could not write.
Do something for me, boys. If I should die at sea, boys. Write a little note, boys. Set it off afloat, saying. . Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls.
I was walking through the country. And passing through lovely scenery. When I came upon some rotting remains. And though the carcass was wormy. Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
I've been aching to sneeze. Begging please, pretty please. But I can't get the thing to come out. . I've been down on my knees. I've been pissing on trees.