[Intro]. You know as I. As I look around. And I look in the scene. And I see everybody around me. I can honestly say man. This city ain't shit no more.
Bound by the liquid. it's masking thoughts and ideas. my actions. this is not me. it's my sickness. my alter ego. fueled by the fear of. the truth pass down.
Scraping away at a wall that. I thought was built so, so strong. But I guess we put our masks on. And carved a smile. And carved a smile. . Confusion.
Time how much have i wasted. i never grasped a clock. till he passed away. Greed rules what we make of ourselves. from the beggar to the chooser. who survives at the end of the trail.
Centrefold. She's got boundaries of her own. She says. "Baby, when I look in your eyes. I just get stoned". . Before I wake. I'll tell tomorrow not to break.
Well I woke up to the sound of silence. And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight. And I found you with a bottle of wine. Your head in the curtains.
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks. Preoccupied with his vengeance. Cursing the dead that can't answer him back. You know he has no intentions.
Cry cry darling, that's what I do. If you'd leave me with the blues. Cry cry darling, that's what I do. If it's you that I should lose. . For me there'd be no moonlight.
Now blue ain't the world for the way that I feel. And the storm's brewing in this heart of mine. This ain't no crazy dream, I know that it's real. You're someone else's love now you're not mine.
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle. In them old cottonfields back home. When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle.
Cigareets and whuskey and wild wild women. They'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane. Cigareets and whuskey and wild wild women. They'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks. Preoccupied with his vengeance. Cursing the dead that can't answer him back. I'm sure that he has no intentions.
There's a waiting list to the bottom, under you.. Ex-husbands, romantics and perverts and masochists.. I'm gonna be there too.. Where's the stop where the train's gonna hit me?.
How much more could you ask for?. It's been three years and some change and you're on your way.. But only assholes want to fall in love.. We spent four in that shithole and nostalgia remains..
I can't tell which lights to go through and you can't want me like I want you.. Tell me how you always.... I know when I awake in the afternoon; it hurts to be so wrong..
You knew it all,. Inside your head was graceful.. You knew suffering was fair.. Thank you much.. . Do we deserve this type of fate?. I need this now..
You know everything I'm saying. You know long before I speak. I saw you at the side of the road with her hands around your neck. I saw you at the side of the road and you know I want you back.
If you ask Uncle Charlie,. He'll give you some elderberry wine. If you ask Uncle Charlie,. He'll give you some elderberry wine. It may be what you want.
"Careful in the kitchen", says the man in red. He knows exactly where to hang his head. Someone's in the bedroom playing with the lamp. Love is like her hair beneath the curtain soiled and damp.