Cruel is the Gospel thats sets us all free. Then takes you away from me. There is no Chicago urban blues. More heartfelt than my lament for you. I'm a liberal guy, too cool for the macho ache.
Bo bo bee, bo bee. Bo bo bo bee, bo bee, bo. . I couldn't bear to be special. I couldn't bear, couldn't bear. I couldn't bear, right?. . Bo bee, bo bee, bo.
Brucie dreams life's a highway too many roads bypass my way. Or they never begin. Innocence coming to grief. At the hands of life - Stinkin' car thief, that's my concept of sin.
Brucie dreams, life's a highway, too many roads bypass my way. Or they never begin, innocence coming to grief. At the hands of life, stinkin' car thief, that's my concept of sin.
Tonight let's raise a glass my friend. To those who couldn't make it. A century has shut it's eyes. And who are we to wake it?. . Cool music we play, dance an' say.
Forgive me my presumption. Seems to be a problem here. Cannot weigh it all. But the signal's crystal clear. . Oh, like animals. We hear the calls. The curtain falls.
Cry your eyes. I've Seen this face a thousand times. Falling from my fantasy. . Slipped inside. your world to be. A victim of your sympathy. . You seem to know.
springtime is sorrow, make love. last until the heart is dead. frost on the cracked glass, bleaching purity. ride angel's wings into heaven,. naked flesh a sick sight.
Stuffed my face with chocolate and chips. Don't stop to think what will happen. Just ram it down the gap between my lips. . It goes in one hole and out the other.
The sky keeps on weeping. The sun is sleeping. Don't wake the moon. The light would show the cracks in her face. . The earth on its ancient last legs.
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Push me right over. And hold me down under the waves. If I'm out breath maybe. I'll recognise my mistakes. Coz nothing I've done yeah. Is worthy of showing to you.
Patron pushed vows aside. Parents blest, shine with pride. Lay child down, force inside. . I play on my position of trust. Leave the child to self destruct.
(Powderfinger/Fanning). At quarter to nine. my plus one decides to maker her arrival. i'll say what i like. at the end of the night for social survival.
Honesty is out of style. So hammer in the coffin nails. A message sent across to land. With kisses for you. . Well tell them nothing. Our little secret.
I was waiting for a cross-town train. In the London underground when it struck me. That I've been waiting since birth to find a love. That would look and sound like a movie.
Lyrics : JB Music : MT. Crimes of passion. ruled his mind. the anger inside. compassion he will. Never find. The Pain and Pleasure. of the blade. And he loved.
Well I've felt worse and I have felt. Better than this. I've made a pacifier. Out of my fist. . Well I don't care when bones are bare. The mind can't interfere.
Freed the daytime with indifference. Watch the twilight starve the sun. Shuffle home against the darkness. Turn the key and bite your tongue. . And please be strong.
Cleopatra Street, stucco ceiling with stars. Stucco ceiling with stars looking over. Carpet three inches deep. On the formative floors. . Cleopatra Street, sidewalk covered in cars.