What makes you think. That it wont grow back. In a day or two. Husbands in Winter, they know the truth. But what can they do. I don't like girls the way they are.
Be Thou my vision. O Lord of my heart. Naught be all else to me. Save that Thou art. . Thou my best thought. By day or by night. Waking or sleeping. Thy presence my light.
Bands with managers are going places. Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces. . But you don't believe when I say. That it won't be alright, alright.
My dress shoes on. The well kept cemetery lawn. Both of them weeping. Their one good son now was gone. . The irony to see my dad. Down on his knees. Crying out to Jesus.
We barely ever fight she knows that I love her. At first we made it every night but I don't want to bug her about it. She just has a funny way of loving me.
Calling all rednecks to put down their sluggers. Turn their attention from beating the buggers. Pick up machine guns and kill camel fuckers. . Backwoods nation....
You can't see. Don't understand. You must be frightened. Or just stupid. . You want everything?. Well, you must be joking. . Grand Babylon. So much to answer for.
Maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen. Years have have passed since I was crying,. I remembered what it felt like. To lose something that you'd die for.. . Where are my beautiful toys?.
You drive a pick-up truck. You crack me up when you're drinking. From your favorite coffee cup. You light a cigarette up. Rave about the flick you just watched last night.
It's so funny we went right down to the store-we got the money so we'll put you down. We got the money, we got the money, we got the money. We got the money, we got money, we got the money.
Bring on the clouds. why you why you why you why you why you why you wait?. Head for your daughter, head for your daughter. See what you bring. head on the cloud.
Wasn't the question you asked me. It wasn't the answer I gave. That made me feel like I was on a train. Was a distant voice. Made me make a choice. That I had to get the fuck out of this town.
Welcome to my friends. This house is a home. And a home's where I belong. Where the feelings are warm. And the foundations are strong. If my soul has a shape.
Sunday driving past your own hall of fame. It's closed on weekdays, shut for good. Pick out no one when you're talkin'. Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc.. . Billie and my friend the saint,. You're perfect in so many ways,. But you never looked hard. at a fetus in a jar. you never saw your mama change..
? ? ? liar. (I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see). ? ? ? ? ah come on, let's go. (I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see). . Yeah baby I've lost ? ? ?.
I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist. That sad suck-off left me in damascus. I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist. That sad suck-off, that shit left me now.
The city lights shine so bright in the sky at night. When the sun goes down for the evening. (Down for the evening). The palm trees sway with the breeze under these conditions.
When the loneliest eyes and the emptiest arms. Finally decide to meet. With a head in a lap and a tongue tied in knots. Then the loneliest eyes try and speak.
Father left, you were crushed. Like the petals of a flower. Between the pages of a novel. A long forgotten bookmark. The end of a sad chapter. . When he left her she read no more.