fling the pigs carcass over your shoulder. hang your cap on the face of the pig. the policeman raped you in his office. . the fat cop has answered the question of.
I know you like me. I know you do. That's why when I come around. She's all over you. And I know you want me too. It's easy to see. And in the back of your mind.
la la holds inside of her. the horrible dream of being somebody. thinking about her dream makes her feel. like it's stupid. a dream whose coming true.
a witch has come from under the ocean. and with a pointed and sharp finger. snatched my baby by the crook of her jaw. and hooked her breath away. and bloated and cut her soft,.
Did you know you were going to shoot. off the top of a four year old girl's head. And look across her car-seat down into her skull. And see into her throat and did you know.
good god baby. lady's high. baby aping full on high. . i cross my heart all the time. it's always the same. nothing happened. i cross my wrist now you shut up.
Some folks are living in a dust bowl. I've seen them on TV, ah. Some folks are living in a dust bowl. Don't love like you and me, ah. Some folks live in little boxes.
Awake all night. Look through my life. Some darkened rings. With a few bright highlights. . Took it all down. All of written sound. Life that was spent living line by line by.
Hey, John, man, have you seen Sarah?. All the girls are dancing. The DJ's spinning R&B. . Dancing. Dancing. . We went back out to the hot tub. But she wasn't there.
this is us on a western atlantic coast. with no place to be. just taking in the sea. . tonight with a constant buzz. we're staring at the ocean crashing on.
Caught in the locked groove of this long season. These hours motions circle, still repeating. . [Chorus]. The beat moves on itself. The beat moves on itself.
This is a sauna, Western Atlantic coast. With no place to be, just takin' to the sea. Tonight with a constant buzz. Staring at the ocean crashing on. All the rocks below in this foreign home.
We all go down to coastline bridge. It's where they say all the magic is. Over that dried up riverbed. Blocked by boulders at both ends. . We all go down to coastline bridge.
Out here we don't hear anything. But the clicking of the rain. Against the leaves. And the way each other breathes. . Make this home. We've never had one.
Walking down Dayglow Vista Road. Taking a break to read the stone. Sunken grave seem to say we're not here anymore. It's like they never been here before.
I was walkin', walkin' around walkin' round. Round round downtown saw some people stompin'. Round sayin' disco sucks,like shit lots of. Plastic people building a plastic steeple.
I never wrote a love song that didn't go. "woe is me, everything is wrong". I don't know where to start. . There was a time before you. I kinda forgot what that was like.
You don't have to say a thing,. The silence is sweet,. We've been together today. In a way we might never repeat.. Oh, your head on the pillow,. The distance in your eyes.