Boy cries boy cries wolf again. And the wolves come like they've always done. Each day this goes on and on. But the boy stays no one moves him on. . We all know what's going on here.
In this world creators of post war icons. Take all the money and run now salesmen. . These are the best days of our lives. These are the best days of our lives.
As cold as cold can be behold. I will see you sleep alone. With all that ever came to love. For you I take away instead now. Everything you hold so dear.
There's a duplicate world. One for the likes of you and your kind. The other has laws morals and fear. It's cold in here. Under skies painted gold impurities raining on down.
Black Rage is founded on two-thirds a person. Rapings and beatings and suffering that worsens. Black human packages tied up in strings. Black rage can come from all these kinds of things.
Black Rage is founded on two-thirds a person. Rapings and beatings and suffering that worsens. Black human packages tied up in strings. Black rage can come from all these kinds of things.
Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair. The purest eyes. And the strongest hands. I love the ground on where he stands.
I can't deal with the fact that. You don't want me around. Why you wanna see me down?. . It's so unusual. That you don't love me no more. Why you wanna close the door?.
She says sometimes she sees these things. Right before they're happening. Hail Mary full of grace. Some nights she swears she feels her face. She's known a couple boys that died.
Kids with broken hearts, kids with broken bones.. Kids with kidney stones giving birth to bloody stereos.. Systems are all dripping wet with gristle piss and swizzle sticks..
You should have seen them just after midnight. When they were down on their luck and. Still high from the street fight.. Talking like it wasn't really much of a big thing..
Holly wore a string around her finger.. She said it helps her to remember all the nights that we got over.. Besides, it ties her outfit all together..
Sleppless nights, you're counting the days. We're heading your way. Waiting for the time to let it all out. All that you're holding inside. . People who say, you're wasting your time.
Rise and shine. Come on let's roll. Me and my baby. We're pure as gold. . It's a beautiful day. So let's fly away. The two of us rush into tomorrow. .
It all looks beautiful to me. It all looks beautiful to me. It all looks beautiful to me. It all looks beautiful to me. . The rusted cars, the battle scars.
Down the rough road where the asphalt is split. Stumbles a man down to his wits. Brother, oh brother, what's left to regret?. Known by the way that he carries his load.
Samedi soir on est d' virée. On a confié la gamine. A la gonzesse d'à côté, la voisine. On lui a dit "tu peux manger y a des œufs dans l' frigidaire. Tu peux regarder la télé y a Drucker.
On reconnaît le bonheur paraît-il. Au bruit qu'il fait quand il s'en va. C'était pas l' dernier des imbéciles. Celui qu'a dit ça. Le mien s'en est allé hier.
Les poings serrés au fond des poches de son blouson,. Angelo flippe à mort, il est encore plombé,. Il accuse le bon Dieu de la fatalité,. Mais, au fond de sa caboche, y se fait pas d'illusions:.