I am not he, nor master, nor lord. No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations. I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations. These heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see?.
Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives. Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies. Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad.
They sell us love as divinity. When it's only a social obscenity. Underneath they're all lovable. Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello..
Pick up your head, won't do no good hangin' low.. It's time to swing that pendulum.. All the "bottom of the barrel" means that it's time to fill it up..
I'm not trying to forget you. I just thought that I'd let you know. It's all explained in this letter. That you left on your bathroom floor. . And I will remember.
I can't sleep tonight,. Smell of cigarettes on your sheets.. Why won't you just. Get the hell out of my dreams?. I've been locked down so long. And I've been driving on this road for days..
I will sing an endless song in glory. And I will choose to bow before the King. Lord you are the one who wrote my story. And the reason why I love to sing.
I paint a dream so vain. About you in my mind. It's everything I feel. The freedom I need to find. I'll give you all my hope. Your beauty is fair. You're the one I'm longing for.
The future ain't so pretty. When you're looking through. The rearview mirror.. 'Cause history seems to repeat itself,. And our sins start to reappear..
SI MI VIDA SE VUELVE FRGIL. ES POR QUE TE OIGO GRITAR DEL MAR, DEL MAR. LLENO DE LGRIMAS AHOGADAS DE RENCOR DE DOLOR. POR NO SER LO QUE QUIERES. . PUEDES SENTIR LO MISMO.
DAME EL VINO DE TU ALIENTO. DAME EL SABOR QUE DEJA TU SUDOR. LA SAL DE LA VERDAD DROGA IDEAL. . YO SOY SUEO DE TU CUERPO. MIEDO QUE SE CONVIERTE EN REALIDAD.
She's breaking up, she's falling down. She's holding her fists up now. Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the same. . She walks away on bloody knees.
Memory conveys that you were something to be. When you weren't held captive in an aged body. You had a family that needed you and job security. You had everything a man could ever need.
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,. To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;. And now comes in the happy hours,. To wander wi' my Davie.. . Meet me on the warlock knowe,.
of all of the dumb things that i've done this must be the dumbest. calling you up this drunk to say. this will be the last time the very very last time i call to say.
why don't we hold still until the cops drive by. they don't care about us they couldn't care less about you or I. all the way home the quietness and the radio played on.
Dirty old town, dirty old town. They've got all your little problems clearly written down. But you don't even know and you can't even see. And oh the butterfly that you're going to be.
dearest when you called my what a relief. the photo from the phone and the counting of the teeth. the most terrible part was how calm inside everyone was.
dear, all of us held hopes that. maybe this won't be any better or worse than before. you lying there wondering what about left to care. don't tell me what to feel, don't you dare.
talking and talking in circles again. we've talked about this before. and in the way that your mouth shapes the words. i could hear them a hundred times more.