I love how they used to say. It's all in your head. You're a paranoid picture, you're a photograph. . Exposed by the light. When you step outside. Burnt by the sun that's in your eyes.
I couldn't tell you what I was thinking. God only knows. You've got me stumbling over myself feeling so low. Don't tell me about love, you only love yourself.
Those traditions. Those ambitions. They are yours. They are not mine. I don't have any visions. And I can't tell you my position. I'm not trying to reach the sun.
You're playing tug of war with your tongue. You're playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun. I don't think you realize. We have no time to waste. Do you even understand?.
Where are we?. Where are we?. We are searching endlessly. I got only one night left. I'm never going to bed. And where is she?. Not free. Brain chained.
Black Light Burns. Cover Your Heart And The Anvil Pants Ody. Blood Red Head On Fire. Blood Red Head, Blood Red Head. Blood Red Head, Blood Red Head. .
Because of you. I've searched. The back streets to the shore. The river banks. No thanks. It won't feel like before. Because of this. I fish for little bits of time.
Blood is wrong. But always on the corner of the tabletop. A bag of bones that sits and smokes. And laughs at all your stupid jokes. It's such a fuss to fall for love.
You know the feeling when you're locked in a dark and lonely place,. barely alive from another Night of the Iguanas. And instead of trying to find a door....
[Luttinen, Valanne, Jarva et al.]. . Clean your SPIRIT.It's gonna clean your SOUL.. When that BLUESKYMAGIC makes you WHOLE.. Again! And again! And AGAIN!.
So divine... And so godlike.... The substance that runs in your, runs in your, runs in your veins!. (That runs in your veins!). Ethereal... Ichor.... The same substance that rinses and rinses and rinses the planes!.
Insanity with it's little teeth. Is gaving at my brain. Amd slowly driving me insane.... . Black water. Black water. Black water fever's drowning me!.
I don't wanna wake up in the morning. And find myself in a world of shit.... Don't wanna wake up in the morning. It's a different day but the same ol' shit....
So they came into being. Under a dying sun. Better angels of our nature. A job well done?. Don't under the surface. Lying dead but dreaming. Better angels of our natures.
One, two, three. . You pound, pound, pound. Man, it doesn't get you anywhere. I'm the one with the blond hair. Now I'm dyeing it blue black, yeah. . You take, take, take.
Jane can't keep herself home tonight. Keep herself believing she'll be alright. Keep herself awake to a body. That's close to the hands. And the feet that nobody else knows.
Late at night just around midnight. Dirty eyes looking at your breast. . Sweet smile, broad across your sweet head. I just wish to be in your bed. . You can't escape now, don't lose your time.
(Fearing/White). . I was born to be a traveler, I must have landed on my head. I used to dream that I was flying, I was falling out of bed. Then the family started moving, but some got left behind.
Her bed was made of feathers. Her heart was made of gold. My boots are made of leather. I walked out, left her alone. . CHORUS. . Boots and hearts. What's the difference?.
Blackie and the Rodeo King. they were just good friends. Been to every rodeo. and they rode on every old train. Blackie lived out her life every night.