Children in the schoolyard hard at play. Man behind the trees with his candy on the way. Run away. Run away from the man with candy. Run away. Children with the candy in his van.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Candyland Joe with his ass in a sling. He won't be doing much playing around this weekend. Nevertheless he'll do his best. Getting it on with black chicks by the dozen.
Intro. . Ello.. Scuse me, yeah can I get these ina 8 yeah,. You know what further more gumme the black ones, and da white ones, ina 8.. Yeah.. Yeah...
There's another way out of this hole.. Another way out of this hell.. When you're trying so hard to hold on.. Trying so hard to be well.. There was a voice in your head said hold on ..
Magazines and movie screens. Still in her mind, she's seventeen. Now her life has turned into make believe. Her social status lingers. She's slipping through my fingers.
It's getting late. I'm wide awake. And my mind is raising again. I can't find the words. They all seem wrong. Like the meaning is lost in translation.
One two three four. . It's in strange situations. That dreams are laid. Just a look. And they taunt you again. You think how it felt. Then the memory fades.
(Eddie Howell, David Dundas). Come to me I am woman. I can ease all the pain. Baby, take my love I am woman. Let me show you the way. I can do it naturally.
(Peter Glenister, Simon Climie, Kirsty MacColl). No rain but I felt the thunder. You came and my ship went under. With a white light shattering the night.
Carabina 30/30. Que los rebeldes portaban. Y decian los maderistas. Que con ellas no mataban. . Con mi 30/30 me voy a pelear. Ingrese a las filas de la rebellion.
Wonderin' how to cross the river. On a cold and windy night. With the water ragin' higher. By the moon's shinin' light. Suddenly a man stepped forward.
I wrote a song that everyone loved. With an acoustic guitar and a rhyming Thesaurus. And I found an angle that no one had thought of. The story wrapped in an undeniable chorus.
Plug me in. Don't count me in. Its true not everybody wins. Left in the cold. I'm feeling old. Lowest bidder I am sold. All roads lead to caring only for yourself.
I thought you were by my side. before I had to run and hide. from the caring constabulary. they're there to protect you and me. How can you be justified.
I can hear a car alarm in the distance. And I'm sitting in my attic all alone. And this one wish keeps on creeping inside my pointless imagination. Is that I could have another cone with you.
I need to cut my fingernails. And I avoid reflections, they're not help to my cause. I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time. No, I won't say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write.
Liquor and drugs, wasting the rewards. Well, I'm feeling good, now that we're done for. Well, I'm fully sick, sick of the old way. I feel like a smoke, to start up a new day.
Walk into my ward, stand beside my bed. I look at you, but you stare at your feet instead. I'm on the verge of collapse, I've got needles running through my veins.
I thought I saw you crying on the stage. It must have been embarrassing for someone of your age. Success can't be that fun. You sweat, it makes your makeup run.
Caps lock can eat my fucken arse. You, you hear. get out from under my finger cunt. Don't want to type like I'm shouting. AHHHHHHHHH.