The days,. Two long days to go,. And I said,. "follow short". For reasons I don't know.. You want to go?. I'll tell you that it's my fault.. I want to tell you cause I could wake..
Broke every bone in your body. For all I know. Gone halfway to heaven before the devil's seen you go. The years are changing. From far away. And I'll wake up in Nebraska on New Year's Day.
Cast aside and asunder. But before they put me under. I'll make a deal with the bounty hunter. For the price upon my head. Walked home to angry faces.
I'm not theirs in product or in name. But I've got no true discretion I can speak of. You can make your own distinctions but it's all the fucking same.
Fire up the propaganda mills. We're going in for the kill. Just as recklessly as before. I've seen you as you've filled the streets. With slogans and careless poetry.
My self effacing charity and gluttonous prosperity. Don't move mountains of misery or stone. My never-ending loyalty to hypocritical royalty. Has cut my sense of belonging to the bone.
[Originally by The Replacements]. . God, what a mess, on the ladder of success. Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung. Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled.
Early in the morning to an afternoon of toil and despair. You're always shooting yourself in the foot. From the food you eat, right down to the clothes you wear.
There's a black ghost on my trail. Won't go away, won't disappear. Black ghost never fails to get his way. . I'm gonna run like hell down the longest road.
Future days spent in the shade (90 degrees and rising). Innovations all the way (we only want what's best for you). Make it double but make it pay (it's the way you live for sure).
We woke up and combed through this morning's paper. I need a moment just to get my head straight. This music's too loud, kids are creeping me out I know.
Well you're dirty and sweet. Clad in black don't look back and I love you. You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah. Well you're slim and you're weak. You've got the teeth of the hydra upon you.
In the heart of the city, Im awake now. And the buzz open to the night. Youre the Libertine, youre Philistine. When I first saw you I knew I was done.
Another saturday night. And she knows where she's going. That small corner bar. On the far side of town. Folks call her ol' faithful. Cause she's always hanging around.
Beware, beware out of their closets. The skeletons are coming. Come down with me where the woods meet the water. Let's get away from your dirty little secrets.
They call this the badlands, baby. But it used to be bayou. The shore of an inland sea. And I can hear you coming. . What foul beast stalks this way. The night is dim.
We'll book this tour, it'll be oh, oh, oh so good. We're gonna steal your guarantee, shit. . Oh, steer clear, we're on a wicked path. We've got plans, wicked plans.
Raised on words like 'Punishment'. And 'God will get you if you don't do what you're told'. Nuns turned children into fearful right handed. Little servants of the Lord.
Stood a building by the river in a place called Bordertown. Me and my friend Little Steven used to take our money down. We were only seventeen then, starving for experience.