What do you do with a drunken sailor,. What do you do with a drunken sailor earl-eye in the mornin'?. Way-hey, and up she rises,. Way-hey, and up she rises,.
Your got me wannting you girl. . Yeah you got me wannting you shortey. so glad i came to this party. you how your moving your body. ah ah ah hey. _______________________.
"So what?" was said to you. About last night. None of it makes sense to read aloud. You heard it. Once or twice before. But I can't comprehend. This place is dead.
Well how I wonder what it takes to be your friend?. Conversational disasters I have never seem to end.. Tell me when I lost you, how come I forgot you?.
Dancing madly backwards. Dancing on a sea. Racing on my memories. I'm glad I set my dreams. Tip toe, tip toe quickly. Forget about your cares. And remember underneath you.
On an empty stomach again, hard to eat with no appetite. Well I've never been one to spill my guts so, I got a lot bottled inside. Behind this face is a wasted space, wanna kiss this brain goodbye.
you say it's driving you insane. but you'll never be the same,. cos you'll lose all the power. that's in your head. . well i knew him back from skool days.
Well at least I know that I've loved. Ain't that what I'm supposed to say. To learn from my mistakes. Awareness of the past in the way I live today. So how comes I still feel I've fucked up?.
Dream on, Saul Younger. Dream on, Saul Younger. I know this world won't change. . Dream on, Saul Younger. Dream on, Saul Younger. I know this world won't change.
You say I done it wrong again. They say I left myself with nothing much to give. And they try and show me how to live. I must be good, repent and forgive.
I'd be your Baba Papa. I'd be your Baba Papa. If you'd be a Baba Papa to me. . I'd be your table and chair. Philippe Starck or Bill Umblair. If you'd be a Baba Papa to me.
I'm Andy Cole's tortured soul. Lost out again in front of goal. I wish I had your cocaine confidence. . Some girls are easier on the eye. But could you take the silent lives.
Mor hawdd mae'r croen yn gwhanu. Dal yn ddydd. Cymorth llwm y diffynnydd. Yn ddydd o hyd. . Pwy biar breichiau syn ymestyn. Difrycheulyd bywyd plentyn.
The sun is shining. We should be making hay. But we're dead from the waist down. Like in Californ-i-a. . Victory is empty. There are lessons in defeat.
I've got my work cut out with you. You tore bits out of me. Your carpet burns and bruises blue. Are there for all to see. . But I can tell, you've been through hell.
Eu quero descansar no teu peito. O cansao dessa vida. E o peso de ter que ser algum. Eu j no sei o que fao meu bem. Nem o que farei.... . Mas se voc quiser e vier.
Turn me into, another corner, see I'm sideways, I'm unopened. I let it before I lose myself, I'm empty and inspired alone. And I swear, I can say to you and I swear, I can say to you.
Oh, I could tear your walls down. As I chip at who you are now. Don't you?. You ever let me know, how?. You never let me know. . And I could break your heart down.
inside my mind is a place where everything is clear to me. and if you want to take me out, im gonna take more than a few with me. and in my mind i am free of your reality.
take a look into my eyes. do i look like i care if you or i live or die. or if i wet my filthy cock tonight. and i dont want your reason. so fuck your cheap rebelion.