Here we are. Stuck by this river. You and I. Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down. Ever falling down. . Through the day. As if on an ocean.
When I got back home I found a message on the door. Sweet Regina's gone to China cross legged on the floor. Of a burning jet that's smoothly flying. Burning airlines give you so much more.
I was just a broken head. I stole the world that others punctured. Now I stumble through the garbage. Slide and tumble, slide and stumble. Beak and claw, remorse reminder.
Great lines of numbers. All bright and shiny. All through the ether. Some huge, some tiny. . All through the ether. From France to China. Unite the people.
My body. So thin. So tired. Beaten for years. Ploughshare to bomb. So hard. . Bonebomb. Bonebomb. Bonebomb. . My town. So dusty. So dry. Buildings pushed over.
Taking our time before it's through. Passing our days in old shoes. Sister - think I'm returning to peru. Wish that I never came here. They can't pronounce my name here.
Blank frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction. Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing. And he is one who will look at you sideways.
I was dreaming. It's a hundred and ninety degrees. We were crawling around on our knees. Till the sun came up at quarter to three. . But the time we had.
These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die. So please read them closely. When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up. They're specially flavored with burgundy, Tizer and rye.
Backwater. We're sailing at the edges of time. Backwater. We're drifting at the waterline. Oh we're floating in the coastal waters. You and me and the porter's daughters.
Baby's on fire. Better throw her in the water. Look at her laughing. Like a heifer to the slaughter. . Baby's on fire. And all the laughing boys are bitching.
Say it and know,. You got inside of me.. I've given it all to be where you are.... Foolin' around, with something you don't need,. I'm here with him now...but your love it bitter sweet..
i look up at the sky. and see the distant lights there. and pray we all will make it through this life. . there's trouble in our hearts. so much crying in the dark.
When you and I first began. We always gave each other a hand. Never did I expect to see. That all our love would fade away. . I need time to pick up all the bits and pieces.
I'm sick of colored hair. Don't care about what you wear. I hate the things I see. Don't care about anarchy. I'm sick of boring bands. Rock stars and all their fans.
they want us to tell them. what to burn into the groove. we're just gonna sit. and let them make the first move. the radio obsession. doesn't mean shit to me.