Hey man there's a hole in my arm where all the money goes. Jesus christ died for nothin' I suppose. . Cop shoot cop. I believe. I believe that I have been reborn.
Baby, when you gotta sleep. Lay your head down low. Don't let the world lay heavy on your soul. 'Cause when you gotta sleep, you gotta sleep. . Cool waves wash over me.
Little Johnny's almost stuck. 'Coz first he jumped and then he looked. Those tracks of time, those tracks are mine. Little Johnny's occupied. . Come on, come together.
Little Johnny's almost stuck. 'Coz first he jumped and then he looked. Those tracks of time, those tracks are mine. Little Johnny's occupied. . Come on, come together.
Well, you take it all so easy. Gonna lay it on my friends. Gonna lay it all on down now baby. Do it all again. I can just hold my time up. lay it against the wall.
Power up the electric lady. lick her spasmic skin. stick one finger into her mouth. wet her up for a carneval. Let luna set fire to our souls. Red wine won't escape our tounges.
Conclude with error, idiosyncratic deeds. Synthetic habitat, comprehension, consciousness. All senses are astray. Infected selfish greed. . Unpleasant frame of mind.
Life as it seemed to the circling man. As he gazed into discarded land. Was a ride on a carousel of faith. Then he flew away. . He travelled far through his worn out mind.
Your disease is a fucking waste of time. Turn it on when it fits your need. Never mattered that I couldn't feel a thing. Anything that you meant was forgot.
Punctured lungs. . I'm out of breath. This time I'm suffocating. I've had enough now. Too numb there's no resisting. Becoming one. With all your failure.
Cups and cakes cups and cakes. Oh what good things mother makes. You've got to take tea won't you take it with me. What a gay time it will be. . Cups and cakes cups and cakes.
It goes beneath what I've done. It's bigger than the helplessness I felt. It comes around without a face. And redefines my subconscious again. . I can't be fixed.
I ride cross the desert on my camel. Over hills of sand. What's that, I see in the distance?. Only hills of sand. . There is no oasis in sight. I'll have to ride through the night.
Give me a little breath. Quarantine. B.C.G. might never might rain. . What is is now, Hoffman style. What a great film. What a great weather style. . Calling captain autumn.
When I first laid eyes on county dunne. I was green as the hills so high.. But in later years the streets ran red with. Blood neath the violet sky.. .
Well, you got the eyes and you got the lips. With your long blond hair and your wild young hips. You look like a million, including tips. . Well, I'm a busy man, baby, can't you see?.
Es war einmal in Deutschland vor einem Jahr. . ich war ganz groß. der Superstar.. Ich fuhr 'nen schneeweißen Cadillac. mit Chauffeur und Groupies im Gepäck..
You want something that I can buy. You want something to get you by. You want something that I can do. And I'm wastin' all my dust on you. . You want something I can see.
He used to live with a knife in the wall. Blonde to the bone, liked to piss out the door. Maidens of Eire licked his arse every day. Thought he could talk, just had nothing to say.
Sunshine. On my window. Makes me happy. Like I should be. . Outside. All around me. Really sleazy. Then it hits me. . Don't tell me. You can't see. What it means to me.