I've got gardens growing, got quiet days. Clothes on my back, food on my plate. Got friends to help me if I call for them. I don't need anything that I don't have.
Eu quero me esconder de baixo dessa sua saia pra fugir do mundo. . Pretendo também me embrenhar no emaranhado desses seus cabelos. Preciso transfundir teu sangue pro meu coração que é tão vagabundo.
It's Christmas time, and there's no need to be afraid. At Christmas time, we let in light and banish shade. And in our world of plenty, we can spread a smile of joy.
You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, cause you're dead.. Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?. Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed..
I'm drinking with the jocks. I'm laughing at the faggots. Just like one of the boys. Swinging my dick in my hand. . All my life. All my life. Just like I was one of them.
What if I don't recognize their holidays, or pay respect to those who died in wars?. What if I refuse to resort to violence to solve my conflicts, and if I don't leave it up to their democracy to decide what's best for me? What if I won't beat their cross anymore?.
You're coming off, kinda contrived and pretentious. You're not sayin' anything we haven't heard before. You're caught up in an argument, oh you're so lost in modern art.
It's not just my imagination that I got a gun to my head. Cause I can feel the cold metal and I can smell the gun powder. I know they got their sights on me and its not just paranoia that makes me think this way. I know they got their plan for me. I know they got a grave for me. They want me to admit defeat. They want me to show my fear they know their system's going to break me. It's crushed countless before me..
Does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?. I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.. They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,.
Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black. Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX. Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones.
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement. only seeing with his third eye. and clutching at the astral shadow. of every passer-by. . He's a wise man, trumping all the answers.
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder. I trace its patterns in me.. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again..
Well I don't drive a fast car. You know it just ain't my style. And I don't give a damn about that. You know it ain't worth my while. . And I've been known to run around.
Well I'm watching the dragons. As they make another claim. He used to be a friend of mine,. I called him by his name. . Well there's nothing you can say.
Just do your thing. If it makes you feel better. Go on and sing. If it makes you feel better. Shufflin' feet. Snuck up on me now. This young man's lost his way.
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings. Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing. Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage.
The smile on your face could sacrifice salvation. As the winter sunshine fades to bring you down. A fumble in the dark, it's a journey on the night train.
Le jour de mon enterrement,. J'irais bien faire du skate,. Entre les tombes tranquillement. . Déguisé en pas moi,. Déguisé en pas moi, en pas moi,. Déguisé en pas moi,.
Around here there's a man who said. You've done nothing 'till you've risen from the dead. I don't know but that sure seems hard to do. . Around here there's a woman who cried.
I'm gonna start at the beginning. I'm gonna make something out of nothing. No I don't know anything about Beethoven. But I know that you will always haunt me.