Oh, the days are dark and the nights are lonely. Since you left me all alone. I love you so, my little darlin'. I worry so, since you've been gone. . Sweetheart of mine, can't you hear me callin'?.
naked, alone, cold cobblestones they beat Him until the blood ran. they brought Him to die, on a cross, up on-high with spikes through His feet and His hands.
When I was a boy daddy was my guiding light. We'd take walks and talk about fishing girls and life. He'd help me with my homework cheer me up when I was down.
The moon is full and my heart is why. I love to dance oh me, oh my. Gonna have more fun than a tree in a coon. Tonight's the dance of the Cajun noon..
Time is running out, can't you understand?. The end is coming near, we gotta wake up fast. I don't wanna fall, all because of someone else. Decided your fate, they'll fuck you in.
He was a drunk. He was a punk-ass useless slob and he didn't even wanna get a job.. He'd forgotten how to be himself.. They say the world is a stage and every man must play his part,.
Bob Al Hashib was a man of the Nile.. A fez on his head and a whole lot of style.. Shady Rashan liked to kill and to rob. And one day without being provoked.
Can't see faith through the tears. Of my swollen eyes I try to dry. I pretend it's not as bad as it seems. What a lie. . How can we be so blind. Every time a child dies?.
May I introduce the manliest of all men. His name is Chris Johnson. He plays a very romantic sax. Chris. Chris Johnson. Time for dinner. Chris. Chris.
Way back in 1982.... My friends and me, We had some work to do. But still we stuck to our guns. And made a whole lot of fun. Af those who toed the line.
Choked by your own lie, God blessed no one. Controlled by your brainwashed mind. A vision of salvation nowhere to be found. . Your religion makes me sick.
A child of autumn was born. Into a world of deceit and death. And a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away. And install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow.
Deserted again.. You speak to me through the shadows.. Walking in closed rooms, using cold words.. Captured by the night.. The yearning escapes from my embrace..
Heal myself, a feather on my heart. Look inside, there never was a start. Peel myself, dispose of severed skin. All subsides, around me and within. . There's nothing painful in this.
She told me why. She told me lies. I always take care of this. I told her how. I've always stayed. Always waited for nothing. . When I get out of here.
Heal myself, a feather on my heart. Look inside, there never was a start. Peel myself, dispose of severed skin. All subsides, around me and within. . There's nothing painful in this.
After the battle is over. And the sands drunken the blood. All what there remains. Is the bitterness of delusion. . The immortality of the gods. Sits at their side.
Another foggy night in hometown. Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two. I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days. When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you.
We walk every morning in silence. Past the mills on Whetley Lane. Where the lights went out for the very last time. And they never came on again. The spokesman all shred crocodiles tears.
Kandy's coming home 11.45 today. I'll take the battered car and meet her down outside the gates. She says we're going back to where it all began. Now that the prices have been paid and all the penance done.