It might be great to have a kid that I could kick around. a little me to fill up with thoughts. A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams. a way of saying life is not a loss.
Jim, livin' with you'd not such fun. You're not not the only one. You don't have the looks. You're not the person that you used to be. And there are people in the street that would go for me.
Im still alive but im barely breathing. just pray to a god that i dont believe in. cause i got time while she got freedom. cause when a heart breaks no it dont break even.
This disaster plan. Disturbance of the peace in full rolling. Turn this up to 10. Stay on the ball 'cause the 5-0's coming. . Feelings intensify. (Out loud).
Bilderberg and Babylon are one. Ruling economics by the gun. Bilderberg and Babylon are one. Ruling economics by the gun. Bilderberg and Babylon are one.
We are the Bay of Naples,. And the horses in Vesuvian stables,. Or the curves in a long cobblestone road.. . We are the tales and the fables. Told by Romans at their gathering tables,.
Man a badder than most. am badder than them he. am badder than haha haha. straight check it. . Chorus. Am badder than badder. than most mi songs make.
I've got a fast life and. A slow cuttin' knife. I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well. No home and a bag of bones. And nothin' else left to sell. I know why I'm in this hell.
We were born to rise. We were born to rise. . So what'd you know about sacrifice when the lights go out?. The price to pay when you're digging down. The skin of your teeth and the pain in your back.
I search the open highway.. Looking for what's right.. I fight with all my instincts.. Life become a fight.. All i have is way i bleed for you.. I can see the storm that coming..
Aren't these some times. It's gotten bad and it's been. Pressing on my mind, got me feeling sad. But I know you know that we could do more. But we just don't.
Like a brand new trend,. You'll be my new girlfriend. I'll make you back before your brothers even know you left. And every song I sing. Will be your favorite thing.
My baby sleeps in blue. Warm and naked, pale and pretty. I feel the seventh wave. Of the ocean in the motion. . I feel a brand new sickness. Coming over me like a storm.
I know I don't know you. I know that we don't think along the same lines. But what do I do when I can't reach out. Through this iron built bubble of pain.
Tell me and take your time. Set free this soul of mine. Freeze frame this sedate moment. Lie me in your quiet ground. . I understand your tired eyes. For these tired homes and tired trees.
In the night we freeze. And you want me to tell. In London's lonesome park. Brockwell. . Out here, I am distracted. As fire bombs explode. Bonfire lamps glow.
Blood ridden hands are the first things. To come through the bed. When all the pain in your life. Comes to a head. . Poor lost soul with no place to go.
My baby sleeps in blue. Warm and naked pale and pretty. I feel the seventh wave. Of the ocean in the motion. . I feel a brand new sickness. Coming over me like a storm.
Hanging low a big embrace of Aztec moon. You throwing down a glow on this fluorescent tune. And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed. Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read.
(Young, Young, Scott). . On the day I was born the rain came down. There was trouble brewing in my home town. It was the seventh day, I was the seventh son.