(Natural Born Killers soundtrack). . One way or the other. I'm a bad brother. Word to the mother fucker. . I'm a bad brother. . Juliette Lewis:. Born bad, Born bad.
You know that true love's always hard to find. But it seems it's harder when true love divides. I wanna believe that we can move on without the pain. And I wanna believe that we can move on without the blame.
Dave clark. From dave clark's 1986 musical "time". . It's right that I should care about you. And try to make you happy when you're blue. It's right, it's right to feel the way I do.
[The Lonely Island]. Imagine in your mind a posh country club. The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed. The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose.
So tell me is it hard to see. The possibilities. That I am not the person that I seem. . I'll show you anything inside,. Will you open up your mind?. Cause I'm more like you than.
Addicted to razors, lashes to saviors. Glued to the monitor, trained behavior. Reduced to a number, mechanic enslavement. A virtual prison, selected detainment.
Du stehst an der Tür wie gemalt. und alle Frauen schauen. oh ich bin längst verknallt. . Mir wird furchtbar heiß. wie in 'nem Vulkan. denn du bist der Beweis.
Everything you thought you had,. Has gone to waste.. Troubled circles in your head,. Are out of place.. . Bottled up tight but you can't steal it,. The race is on but you're caught out sleeping..
Hearts cannot be broken, they're small squishy things. They don't break like glass but they bruise easily. This one you bruise. . Words will not be spoken never knowing what they mean.
Bide your time, take it easy. Take what you need while you can. Tell her your feelings because she's leaving. Don't spend your life a lonely man. . I'm looking forward to a heartache.
Shell never give her heart to anyone. I never had a chance and now its done. Oh no, should I let it go. Or will we be. . Two pieces put together. No longer on our own.
The best way I can desribe the way I feel. When thinking of you. Is beautiful and true, a summer day in june oh. Hands up reach for the sky and then we sing.
Well I wrote my girl a letter and I sent the thing federal express. Yeah I wrote my babe a letter and I sent the thing federal express. I sent it straight down to hell now 'cause that's my baby's address..
Brad and Suzy lived in a movie. Cardboard cutout superheroes and paragons on barstools. She was a professional teller machine user. He was your basic beautiful loser they had no worries.
Lullaby of bird land that's what I always hear when you sigh. Never in my wordland could there be words to reveal in a phrase how I feel. But have you ever seen two turtledoves bill and coo when they love.
Everything had to be exactly as you had planned it. Everything had to be exactly as you designed. The sadness inside you was lost on exactly no one. And there's nothing heroic or stoic in bein' a mime.
I asked you for a ride. I was lonely. And hoping to see you before I left town. You said, "i'm sorry, I'd like to,. If only I had had the time .... Maybe next time around.".
And I don't hear you anymore. And I can't see you on the floor. It's like a nightmare come to life. But don't be frightened of the light. And all the days you pushed around.
If I was beautiful like you. Oh the things I would do. Those not so blessed would by crying out murder. And I'd just laugh and get away with it too. Like you do.
Mmmm...Hey. Hey, hey. Backdoor lover. OOOh... . This kind of love is wrong. but you know it feels so right. Runnin' my hands across your cheeks. they're oh so smooth and white.