If my life had a soundtrack it would be acoustic. With songs about the way I laugh. At my ability to love things that I can't have. . If my life were a movie, it would be black and white.
You are what you are. I am what I am. Can we all come together. With some kind of plan. . I want you to laugh. But you want me to cry. Can we all come together.
Can't Go Back To Memphis. Randy Bachman. . Low down dealin's in Memphis. A card game in a back room. I was lookin' at my last dollar. Hopin' lady luck would come by soon.
Don't take me for a sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam, a sunbeam, a sunbeam. It's just another faction of. Like another fraction of. Another taxer of your life.
Take him in, who's warm and gentle. Confidential, sentimental. That's the guy who'll open up your diamond eyes. . He will be there when you're cryin'.
Don't take me for no sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam. Sunbeam, sunbeam. . Just another faction of. How can all the fraction of. Now they tax you all your life.
I tell you a story, but you won't listen. It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition. It's the story of a coked-up pansy. Who spent his nights in flights of fancy.
Call me Up. . You came to me- a shadow in the Night. a Love Connection hiding from the Light. In Darkness here again-true Agents of the Wind. Conspiracy is never out of-never out of sight..
In the morning where does the pain go?. Same place the fame goes. To your head. And it's not easy. Getting it out your head. And it's too easy. Getting out your head.
Did you think you life would turn and change, girl?. Did you think it just could stay the same, girl?. . Did you find. You just got caught in a whirl.
When I came back home. From the USA. I had nothin' in my pockets. And not a lot to say. . Though I knew somehow. We would meet real soon. . But the way, you've been avoidin' me.
I was dancing when I was twelve (X2). I was dancing when I was ahh (X2). . I danced myself right out the womb (X2). Is it strange to dance so soon. I danced myself right out the womb.
Red light, green light. Red light, green light. Red light, green light. Red light, green light. . Red light, green light. Red light, green light. Red light, green light.
I'm wired for weird and I'm on attack. My life tastes delicious. Somebody told me I was Asian trash. Man I'd like to listen to the words you had to say.
Home. What is home?. What is home?. . Pack your possessions and leave us alone. Forget your color and creed. Your sexuality embarrassed us all. Take off your Asian tag and hit the road.
She`s kinda cool / Like Third Reich paraphenalia / I gave her bullets / And blades / I gave her whips and chains. It's cool to sleep in a witch house / It's cool to close your eyes / If you want something to / Fuck up your mind.
I am all alone / Curled up on the kitchen floor I lie / Snow is falling down / Perfect patterns in night sky / Pure white noise between my ears / A clean white thing / In the corner of my vision / Loaded with apple wine / And turkeys stuffed and cold / With a cool cough / I sought some velvet medicaton / To blow away the thoughts that secured me / At the station.
Too fucking lazy. To have any courage. I reap the results. Take a look around and see. All I have. Ignoring all reason and any sense. I'm the exception.
Fi di ute dem. Seen. Yow. . Chorus. Wha cuda possess a man. Fi tun a AK47 pan a young woman. And have di heart to fi sen har go to neverland. Mi have a question.
Can I get a...., Baby Cham. . Suh weh yuh do.... (Gi dem di dance..bus di dance...gi dem di dance..bus di dance...). . >From you a bun a Fassy hole can I get a f*ck you.