I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried,. But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life,. To look in the mirror in total surprise.. At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes..
Jamie turned 13 tonight. But she didn't blow out the birthday lights. Jamie and her momma had another big fight. She locked herself in her room. . She climbed up on her windowsill.
For all the waiting. The moment's here. Ripe and new. Anticipating. All these things we might do. . Oh my heart. Unruly, foolish and true. Undiscovered.
All the years I've gone. Through my life. Taken the fall. Just to make it alright. . Our time and place. Never could erase. The day we met. You can't make me stay.
I got something to say. I'm scared and so afraid. Can you take me as I am?. Come what may our blood is all the same. I'm still your little man. . He said, "You ain't no son to me.
Part of me is a climbing vine. A ball of nerves like a ball of twine. Laws of love and gravity. We are seeds with promises to keep. . Part of me is a setting sun.
Swing low sweet cherry. Make it awful. It's your life, it's your party, it's so awful. Let's start a fire. Let's start a riot! yeah it's awful. It was punk.
Every time that I sell myself to you. I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to. I will tear the petals off of you. Rose red I will make you tell the truth.
How do you do the things. I'd never do to you. Oh no, what you do, The things. I'd never do to you. . Sorry 'bout the fire. Sorry 'bout the torch. Sorry I had to have my revenge.
The devil's driving my car tonigh and he's drunk. He's pissed he's mad. I don't care wich of you. He f**ks up. . I've played with fire. And the matches they are burning still in my hand.
Since the day that I was born. I've been a prisoner of the storm. But the time has come. Now I've had enough. I can't take it anymore. . The blood rushes to my head.
I am not afraid of you. Look at me you'll see it's true. You are broken falling down. And now you're nothing, nothing. . This time I want it too much.
My beloved autopsy ward, the product of hospital. architects. Inspected and approved by the College of American. Pathologists. Adjacent to the morgue and behind the administrative.
Ravaged, torn, and punctured-the carcass oozes from. multiple wounds. Avulsed and sliced, the dermis weeps pus and purge. fluid with clear, viscous goo.
This air is contagious, no one can save us,. nothing this good could ever last,. tonight is a drug, that I won't give up,. this is my favorite addiction.
We've never had a heart to heart,. But you still call me up after dark, the dark (x3). . (REPEAT). . Hands in the air like the waves of the sea,. Walls drip with sweat and we move to the beat,.
So sorry, it got out of hand. Sometimes it happens, You understand. The prisoners broke free, inside of them was our experiment. Like LSD to go public it was never meant.
The story I tell you is old, in fact the oldest in the world. I feel that it must be told, 'til now no one's ever heard. Somewere in time there's a school, a boy went there to read and write.
Can't believe there is a future. for the children of today. Corrupted politicians are standing in their way. don't let the system fool You,. all that they want is to rule You.