I feel small when I am. Next to you. I feel big when I. Forget you. . I feel small when I am. Next to you. I feel big when I. Forget you. . Why do you make me feel so.
No, no, no the kaos never lets you go. Daughters of the kaos in the house of God. Love you with my six guns then I move along. Like a gangster keeping the family strong.
Inbred white bread fat head. I'll get you but I'm not ready yet. . You're my daddy. And you're no good baby. You're my daddy. And you're no good baby.
This is all i have. Read between the lines. There is nothing left. I can't help you find yourself. If you don't look now you will never find the way to the happiness you.
Walk In front or a car, at the mall. Trip and fall In the hall. Smash your head against the wall. You want to die, I can see It In your eyes. Rob a bank, tip the boat, sell yourself, brake the law.
Down at the pub. And I gettin really pissed. Down at the pub. And I beatin on my miss. Down at the pub. And I feelin alright. Down at the pub. Gonna be there all night!.
The first day that I saw you, I thought you were so fine. I thought that you could be, that you could be the one. It took me weeks and weeks to get the nerve to talk to you.
It's 4:44, you enter in the dark. Kiss my face and hold my paw. I start to bark! Arf! Arf! Arf!. Wish I was a mongrel pup. Then I would sleep the whole night through.
Dear Dotti what should I do?. I wrote this letter to you. I know you'll tell me the truth. In The Weekly World News. . My tongue is hairy, my lips are blue.
I'm going out of my mind. Don't know who I am. I don't understand meat. And I wanna take to my wings, open wide. And fly right back to me. And return, with a poison worm in my beak.
Why does my hate linger on like a thief. Stealing my hopes, stealing my dreams. Where is my home, and where can I go. When my fear rushes in like a storm.
When I look at you, I see your power. But when your blues come around. You're so hard on yourself. Somebody needs you. You always come through. . You let nobody down.
Voices cry out, shells of houses. White-faced children, hungry eyes. The cruel sea calls the unwilling traveler. Who would look for the road to survival?.
Nous avions nos fusils, le sourire candide du monde. Rfractions innocentes, sur les yeux des enfants. Nous avions pour fusil, le regard indistinct. De l'aube se dispersant, sur une brise insouciante.
Tous les matins quand je rentre du boulot. Je saute pieds joints dans la derm de iench. Glissant dlicatement jusqu'aux couloirs du mtro. Je chante mon amour des trottoirs parisiens.
Dans le jardin d'Allah pilonn de carcasses brlantes. Parcouru frissons chromatiques fictives allgories. Poussire aride et sale s'lve en d'pais tourbillons.
"Self-loathing is quaint". You told me, showing restraint. Now you're gone and I'm lost, in the swells I am tossed. Bobbing and choking and losing the fight in the fog.
Remember when we were hand in hand. Remember, we sealed it with a golden band. Now your eyes don't meet mine. You've got a pulse like fever. Do I take you for a lover or just a deceiver.
Don't mind me, I'm just a, a bit maniacal about you. And derailed when I'm without you, don't mind me. Don't mind me, if you could love me just a little it'd be okay.
Two shinning kids climb up a mountain. They stop the stars and start to count on. One's my good one, one's my bad one. One's not so good, one's not so bad.