Clenched fists of proud nationalists. Keep your prejudiced conscience blind. The paranoid dreams of fascist regimes. Running wild in your mind. On their knees minorities start to crawl.
How could you be so blinded by your own greed. I tried to relax one day I found myself freed. We're tearing at the walls. We're screaming for more. We're crawlin' through the jungle to the demon's door.
Tous les jours j'm assoies dans cour tout seul pis j'pense a moi. J'prpare mes coups pis j'pense a tout le bl qu'm'a faire sur toi. Si ma vie est vide quand mes poches sont pleines a tu d'l'air de m'dranger.
Camptown lady sing this song. Camptown racetrack five miles long. Gonna run all night, gonna run all day. Spent my money on a big fat joint. But somebody took it away.
-Et oui, tubes aprs tubes. -La voil, encore une fois. Cline, c'tait notre hrone. -Que de platines pour Cline. Notre fiert nationale. -La ? de l'industrie.
Echoes from a bottomless pit, bottomless pit. A girl embalmed in blood, piss and spit. Shrieks and prayers won't save her now. As the priest climbs down to fuck her mouth.
Verse 1:. Scrap the car- won't crash no more.. Pitfalls to fits no more leaks nor drips. And the blood-flow; puddles run dry-. Time to re-stitch the insides....
Dust Bowl. High-noon.. Hot Sun, down the back bone.. Whiskey, yeah you pull it.. I can't believe your right hand shook you in it.. . Ten steps plotted underneath my boots..
Take everything. That you gave when things were nice. Fake everything. If it makes you feel alright. With this distance. From what we solidified. I can see things.
(verse). When he walks into the room. I have to wonder. what's behind those eyes of blue:. A skeleton or two?. . When she walks into the door. I have to wonder what's in store.
She lives close to the tracks. So she never sleeps a wink. The trains run all night. Give her plenty time to think. . About the love that she had. To a man brave and true.
The leaves have all fallen. The sky's shedding tears. 'Streets are all empty. The rain's all I hear. I know that there's things I should do but. I'll just stay in bed.
Well it's time that you faced it. Things don't look so good. Cuz your life didn't work out. Like you thought that it would. So you gather the pieces. Pick them up off the floor.
[Verse 1: Greg Grease]. Broke and feeling hopeless, smoking dro, deduct the bogus. Puffing 'till I'm comatose, just went to work and no one noticed. Chasing currency while perps lurk mercilessly.
Even though I walk through the valley of death. Right from my birth. Change has always been my only believe. As you can see. When you look at me the glory of change.
I'm crawling in your heart. Love and moderation. Is all you ever gave, but look inside. 'Cause the sting of this sensation. It flickers like a drug there in your eyes.
Everywhere I look I see your smilin' face. Every song I sing, I sing in hopes you're listening. When the tables turned I learned from my mistakes. We're only human here after all, oh aren't we all?.
Hey what strange color is this?. Makes me want to dismiss. All the things that I am.. Nothing makes me glad. . Hey do you think I love them?. Watch the state that I'm in.
De la sierra morena. Viene bajando viene bajando. Un par de ojitos negros. Cielito lindo de contrabando. . Ese lunar que tienes. Cielito lindo junto a la boca.
Chosen. . Frozen. Blinded by the light. Chosen. Chosen to be here for. Nomads. Dying on my doorstep. Jesus. Will cry until I'm back again. Back again.