Come on and start right now. Where are these places, they hide themselves so well. In certain faces, I thought that you could tell. Which ones are decent, which ones begin to smell.
Comfort, pulls me back inside. Self worth, has a place to hide. Push us back in corners and, make us fight you for our lives. Turn us into martyrs and, sneak up from behind.
Got this feeling. Got this feeling. Got this feeling. I got this feeling from the ocean, yeah. It's alright, yeah. . Got this feeling. I got this feeling.
Black flowers have lost their way. They've lost their way again. Cursed for their will to dream. Raped by mankind again. . Like the auction blocks of castrated dreams.
Forward,forward, back, back, back. I've fallen and I can't get up and I'm slipping through the cracks. I'm in a crisis and I can't afford the prices. No means to feed my family, never mind the nices.
Children run away from the torturistic ways. Children still resist from the powers that persist. Will you shut up and sit still, I think you should obey.
My friend yousta be thin. He's get all the women. We'd go kick it at the bar. But his drinkin' went too far. He could see over his belt. The brotha was slim and svelte.
Nougat baby floatin' down. On a cotton candy cloud. Floating by a chocolate baby. Thinkin' bout his creamy center. . Don't bite alright don't bite alright.
Tattoo Shop,. Hi, Doc. Hey Fish, what are you doin'?. If you don't mind we're gonna record this. Is that cool?. . Oh, that's cooler 'n hell. Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man.
Are you going to the party?. Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?. Going to the party?. Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?. . Going to the party?.
1) vocal under a bloodlight. . Last night you said I was cold, untouchable. A lonely piece of action from another town. I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely.
They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes. No one ventures into the streets these days. Except strangers and those like me, looking for work.
1) brief encounter. . A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow. Not the regal creature of border caves. But the poor, misguided directionless.
I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK. a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel. as God and his accountants drove away..
I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery. The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me. . And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you.
Bandwagon, it's coming into town. To turn your life around. And take you to the places that you once. Could only dream of. They'll be standing right there before your eyes.
So show me your hands. are they still stained red with our blood. that you chose to shed. . It's your business now. . Like an open casket we're exposed.
On the corner of Bourbon and Division. Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn. She said, "Don't come back, all is not forgiven". So you fall inside a bottle and a song.
Slung from the hoary heavens. With disbelief suspended. On a shining pendulum of faith. . Hanging half awake and dreaming. Of burning cities gleaming.
I'm a bad, bad boy. Everybody tells me so. I'm a bad, bad boy. I get clocked with all the wrong faces. . I'm a bad, bad girl. I read it on the bathroom wall.