Believe it, there's nothing else to say. . My head is screaming, slowly immersing me. smothered by darkness, claustraphobic I can't breathe. Where there was nothing, now controlling me.
I'm a member of the drunk tank. Sometimes three days a week. I'm a member of the drunk tank. There's room reserved for me. . Happy hour every hour seven days a week.
Coming up from a sub level known as the underground. Kept it real and developed our own sound. Didnt listen to know one else but ourselves. Next thing you know weve got records on the shelf.
Say you're at a party and everyone's having fun. All your friends are skanking. All except for one. There's no need to ask him why he's in denial. Just wait.
Here they come one by one. No need to run and hide. Everone of them has. rudeness as their best friend. Using madness and fun as an alibi. And when. they leave all the girls start to cry. DIRTY RATS......DIRTY RATS..... See.
That was just for you now who's telling who?. What ever step you take do you feel yourself falling?. Grasping for that handrail that's leading you nowhere.
She dont like the Toasters or the Skeletones. She'd rather pound some beers. And listen to the Ramones. . Hemet backyard parties or hanging out at Johnnie's.
Welcome to the Drinker's Hour,. two thirty-five a.m.. Welcome to the cold dark time,. when I admit to what I am. I'm scared to death and all alone,. Lord, please give me the power.
Tossing and turning all night long. Searching for a place to call my own. Hoping this feeling might come along. On this journey so far from home. Cause I'm leaving tomorrow.
Two o'clock in the morning. God I'm still awake. The thunder rolls like a warning. That my heart's about to break. Lying here beside you. Where love used to be.
(Roch Voisine/Rosanna Ciciola/Yves Decary). Sur ta photo un peu bl^me. Je nous voyais en tandem. Ta main Darlin'. Dans la mienne. Sous tes allures un peu mondaines.
Since you and I. Have been drifting apart. Nights are forever alone. No matter what my head. Keeps on telling my heart. I'm regretting letting go. I had my reasons to close.
He dado demiciado. Lo que he podido dar. Si las aguasse enfurcen. Cojeras miedo a nadar?. . Con temor de acercate. Puede ser antispado. Puede ser tan demasiado.
I sit and wonder. How my life would be if you were here with me?. What a beautiful fantasy early in the morning. I find myself with tears in my eyes. .
lt ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. It don't matter, anyhow. And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. If you don't know by now. . When your rooster crows at the break of dawn.
He had his father's eyes. And his mother's point of view. There was no disguise. He couldn't see through. . Sometimes the little things. They don't seem so small.
I break the silence with my voice. and everyone turns around. to see the source of all the noise. and here i stand. . its not as thought i mean to upset you.
Don't go by the river if you love your wife. because you'll make that girl a widow and you'll cause here pain and strife. hell, if you go by the riverside, you'll lose your l-l-l-l-l-l-life.