Well, well, she's taught to grin. So I sit around, she said. She said it feels so good,. That you drive me off the bed. . She'll be better off dead. Hey.
One murder coming on. Say I'm wrong for all I've done. Are you God to judge us all?. Prophet false with a jury hung. . Home, an empty shell of a living hell.
Guilty of no crime. Not enough yet too much time. I'm burning in this hell. Plans to buy and dreams to sell. . Sitting by myself. Living life and loving life.
Brought to this world to wither away. Naive about the ways of life is what they say. Millions live millions die, more are yet to come. Living skeletons - where they come from.
Look down at the body. You may see no trace of wounds. In the eye, the eye of the beholder. One cannot, assume. . Not a drop of blood is drawn. But you know how it bleeds.
Under command a new-born child. Submerged in blood, the dead they smile. Growing possessed, burning inside. A bloody feast for us tonight. . The way of death.
I am alone in a stranger's bad dream. I don't know what any of this means. I see the the signals, I feel the world bending. In any moment, it's breaking around me.
What can I say?. I'm back for a beating. Back here again. Look at you now. Trying to breathe when there's work to be done. . You're so ordinary. You're so, you're so.
Will I ever find a bassist and a drummer. To help me play my original songs?. It would seem I don't have very much to offer. With just my guitar and my voice to move the music along.
It's Dean Raven, yeah yeah. How do I mend a broken heart. . Can you tell me where I went wrong. and how do I put it right. will I ever own your heart again.
By dean friedman. . Well, I don't make a lot of money,. But I know what I'm gonna do -. Buy a present for my honey,. With a note says, "i love you".. .
La chiamavano bocca di rosa. metteva l'amore, metteva l'amore.. La chiamavano bocca di rosa,. metteva l'amore sopra ogni cosa.. Appena scesa alla stazione.
Mai pi mi chinai e nemmeno su un fiore,. pi non arrossii nel rubare l'amore. dal momento che Inverno mi convinse che Dio. non sarebbe arrossito rubandomi il mio..
How do you do, how are you feeling today?. It's so good to see that you're back on your track now. I've heard that you've come a long way. Did what was needed to be done and you've managed somehow.
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots. Those sad feathery talks that float on all that. Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause.
The little people in my head.. They push me down and make me mad.. I can't stand the way they look.. Some blue meanie stole my books.. But I'm OK some bad days..
The sky is falling.. Meet the UFO's.. There's bombs and then there's wars.. The people are faceless.. They're leaving this town.. The skay is falling..
I rode my bicycle past your window last night. I roller skated to your door at daylight. It almost seems that you're avoiding me. I'm okay alone but you've got something I need.
I was eight years old one Christmas Eve. I heard a great big bang in our chimney. I snuck down the stairs and peaked around the door. Our living room was a dance floor.