Just the good old boys, never meaning no harm. Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law. Since the day they was born. Straightening the curves, flattening the hills.
Downbeat, downbeats coming for you. Everythings gone that you once knew.. Trying to rely on what things used to be. And trying to live up to your responsibility..
Like quicksand, I'm always getting deeper. The more I struggle, the more I get in deeper. And here I am, out there doing time. Out on the mission, down on the mission line.
Dopeman's got another big plan. To sell it to you or anyone he can. Because this is much better than minimum wage. And no matter how things they can. Because dopeman's reasons will always stay the same.
Dopeman dopeman's got another big plan. to sell it to you or anyone he can. because this is much better than minimum wage. no matter how things work he's still gonna get - paid.
Ill keep my faith alive. Cause this is paradise or parricide. I cant believe this sight. Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes. The streets wont sleep tonight.
I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right. And I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by. My sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year.
[Originally by Spoke]. . I won't change the world with a song. perhaps it's futile to comment. on a revolution somewhere else. . I won't change the world with these words.
When is common sense too much to ask?. And then when did consequences get left in the past. Is it just bad habits or a typical script. Is it all big plans then a hit and a miss.
Danny says that he got caught up. In all the talk of how it used to be,. And he says "i never used to mind". That same lame line "it's just you and me".
Wake up dead man, there's a noise. You must attend. It will not quit. . Wake up dead man, there's a noise. Your sleep is done. Your secret's out. . Dead man rise.
Why would you run?. I beg stars above. A thing of such beauty. Must be called love. Why would you go. And give me to cry?. A thing of such beauty. Might never die.
Black light fades. Headlights switched off. The engine burns. As we're rollin' to a stop. Let's get out here. Lie down in the middle of road. Ain't no cars comin'.
Quick, burn it down to the wick. Burn it down to the heart. So the ending can start. . Here, behind the riverhaus door. With an unloaded gun. And an unsettled score.
Every morn at sven o'clock. There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock. And the boss comes round and he says to the (?). "Come down hard on the cast-iron (?)".
somethin' of a shambles. another wicked tangle. still I believe that love is drawn. from the emptiest of wells. a shadow of a mystery. the way you can't forget me.
We find ourselves on different sides. Of a line nobody drew. Though it all may be one in the higher eye. Down here where we live it is two. . I to my side call the meek and the mild.
Four o'clock in the afternoon. And I didn't feel like very much.. I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,. Where is your famous golden touch?". I thought you knew where.
It's coming through a hole in the air. From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel. That this ain't exactly real. Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge. The man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. The river is swollen up with rusty cans. . And the trees are burning in your promised land.