I swear at you for leaving. Like I cursed at you when you stayed. And I'll run you out. Pass you round. Scrape you about. Fade you out. Running good rings around you.
I do think that you could be. Anything that you want to be, it's easy, easy. When you say that time will tell. It don't mean the last order's bell is ringing, ringing.
If you wanna get with me. There's some things you gotta know. I like my beats fast and my bass down low (It's the Cataracs). Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low.
Your imagination runs wild. Sitting on the fence you call your home these days. Better take care, you don't ask for help. But some day you might need it.
Blood red romance. . I guess your words. Still tire me out. What was said. Cannot be found. I guess im first. But yet found last. I tried. . Chorus:. .
When they look around and they will look around. They'll be without the kind of things we lex about. Do with background inventions for one last glimpse to the real.
I've got some fat to loose. And something else too. I never knew the rules. Because I've never had a girlfriend. I suppose I've got a lot to learn. I don't know anything.
Now, his intentions unfold, they're not what they seem. He only wants to take control. Boy, is he selling you loads, all you do is conceive. Grant him his black-eyed fantasy.
Play catch with your bait, leave it late, it don't matter. Play catch with your bait, leave it late, it don't matter. . Beautiful sailor. Beautiful son.
If you wanna get with me. There's some things you gotta know. I like my beats fast and my bass down low (It's the Cataracs). Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low.
For those who won't and never will, song sounds blue. No one at home and time to kill. Song for the beautiful loser. . She would hide at the park and ride, glued up to the gills.
You been a long. Time coming home. Time coming home. Time coming home. . You been a long. Time coming home. Time coming home. Time coming home. . You been a bad, bad boy.
Yeah. Yeah. Blow your speakers up. Blow your speakers up. Hands in the air, hands in the air,. Hands in the air, hands in the air,. You feel me. Hands in the air, hands in the air,.
And my heart beats in stereo. Oh, I'll never wanna let you go. All my dark secrets you should know. No, I'm never gonna let you go. . You got that wicked style.
Burn your mind, that no one will find. turn your mind to the twisted kind. searching for the true belief. seeking, bleeding, is this all just a dream..
Now when moon have went beyond the sun. I watch the dancing stars on the sky. . Lightnings like fire.... Makes shape of eclipse for my eyes.... Burning the memories to my mind.
Like a mist on moonlit sky. mystified the essense of light. glorified never satisfied. beauty embraced by the night.. . The one that lived in darkness.
You're now in detention. You couldn't pay attention. Be a good man. Kissing ass is the way. . Brainwashed, brainwashed. Respect the tie and suit. Brainwashed, brainwashed.
Esta es la vos del pobre sin futuro. Donde a la policia no le importa si te matan. Donde no hay trabajo para el hombre humilde. Rebelde despierta y escucha el sonida.
Here we are once again. (getting drunk is not enough). Spray it all over our heads. (god I love that fucking stuff). It fizzes all over me. (getting glued is such a thrill).