(Steve Whiteman). I'm the boogie man I like to boog-a-loo. I know all the steps you know I got all the moves. I boogie to the left I boogie to the right.
(Steve Whiteman, Terry Miller). The best of times the worst of times. We've had some good times in between. Walking down on the boulavard of broken dreams.
Who shot the bullet?. That killed the air tonight. Without a thought. Without a reason. Take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger.
Shouldering the blame. Walking into frame. Like a lighted silhouette. Against a cotton sheet. Smothering the crease. . Tin can in hand. Waiting for God to come around.
In the night we turn on all the lights. I don't know (go!). In the day it's either blue or gray. I don't know (go!). . Building so high. Feeding so slow.
Guess who just got back today?. Those wild-eyed boys that had been away. Haven't changed, haven't much to say. But man, I still think those cats are great.
Carbon copy aftertaste. The taste of lips so delicate. Stop the click and watch the room. Sitting pretty in full bloom. . Your stain on my fingers. Like a headache that the pills won't kill.
As the sun sets on battlefields. I hope you can save me. I hope you can save our wounded hearts. . Well distance makes my heart grow colder. (Creates an eternity).
Babylon is burning. You're burning the street. You're burning your houses. With anxiety. . With anxiety. Babylon is burning. Babylon is burning. With anxiety.
A pretty girl (she looks) so nice to me but she's a bit insane. I just want to love her but she wants to play her games. In her black leather she drives a drag mobile.
Wrap it up, strap it in.. I'm in for a little sin. Rollin' on, I'm glad,. entering a town gone bad. Well you know - you know. What I want - I want. Some liquor and easy meat.
Look around to see something real. But all I see are perceptions changing me. Through my eyes I see the walls closing in. I'm always walking away from open doors.
Let me tell a little tale about a bad arse sucker with some attitude. Seen more in his life than you'd ever want to go through. Seen more through his two eyes than Alice through the looking glass.
There's a breeze off the river. Through the crack in the window pane. There's my boy on the pillow. And I feel like I'm lost again. . Everybody knows the secret.
Let's find a rock, I mean a big-ass rock. Or maybe something like, a cinder block is better. I'll hoist it up and drop it on your face, my buddy. . And just before the lights go out.
Into the darkness we run. See their faces full of blood. Take this bread from. Take this rib from me. . Blue green day. No need for tomorrow. And you face the face that.
Generation fuck you to define and redefine. You'd make them all the same but molds they break away. Safely inside looking outside go keep on picking at it it's just going to get bigger.
Anytime but now. Anywhere but here. Anyone but me. I've got to think about my own life. We are consumed by society. We are obsessed with variety. We are all filled with anxiety that this world would not survive.
There's something acting on this body. Something goes in when nothing comes out. And someone's acting on this information. But nothing's registered from this location.
Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky. My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes. To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line.