Varje kväll vid åttatiden. går jag stigen nerför berget. och så hoppar jag på bussen. som går till Copacabana.. Jag har badat, jag duschat. luktar gott om hela kroppen.
I hear him moving. In my mind. He picks up quickly. When I close my mind. . What gifts he brings me. I always dread. Someone is missing. From his picture sketch.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. A change of attitude, my temper's getting worse. I blame this not on you, it's not your fault. I know it is my own, I've grown colder.
Dig, dig, Gravedigger. Dig, Gravedigger, dig. Work that shovel with vigor, Gravedigger. Before rigor mortis sets in, dig. Dig, dig, Gravedigger. Dig, Gravedigger, dig.
We've been together for too long. And we've been through too much. To have the same conversations. You seem to like so much. . Still you gotta think I'm cheating.
I've been thinking lately how to get you off my mind. The way you shake your hips little girl. I swear you're too damn fine. And every time you come around.
I am a punk, I'm in a punk band. When I eat breakfast, I eat the punk bread. I go to school, my friends are punks too. We go to punk shows, we do what punks do.
You give me rules that you tell me I must obey. But I don't want to follow what you have to say. I'm old enough to make deciesions for myself. And thats what I'm gonna do not you.
Can't believe what you see with your eyes. the disguise thats put on. when you look at her from far away. and she looks good when you're just driving by.
I guess I'm not the kind of boy. Who have seen it all before anymore. I thought I'd figured out the way. To see the sunny side of the day. . Making plans, making good.
Did you miss me? I bet you did?. Did you miss me? And what I did?. How's it going kid? How's the love life?. Not good? Good. . I'm back now, back with what I got.
["so much drama in the..." -- snoop doggy dogg]. Verse one: ras kass. . No disrespect to the opposite sex. But I ain't flexed punani yet that's worth my royalty checks.
Let's do it, get to it. Let's do it, get to it. Let's do it, get to it. Let's do it. . Another Saturday night and I'm feelin' kinda slothy. I'm down with the forty, but I don't want no forty.
To jest mj czas. Nikt mi tego nie odbierze. Dwadzieścia kilka lat. Ciągle w nic nie wierzę. Brak mi doświadczeń istotniejszych. Holocaustu, wojny, śmierci.
Out here its live and learn,. so you can rush and earn,. a peice of this pie.. Its work today and rest tomorrow,. but it's never tomorrow.. untill we die..
I guess its true- what I've always heard. We make ourselves feel better with hurtful words. And more times than I even care to know. We hurt the ones we love the most.
the breath of God is gone. the breath of God is gone. feel the iron hand closing in. the screams are swallowed by the darkness of. the womb swearing to a deity in whom they don't believe.
Something's wrong, my mind is telling me. Won't be long before I lose it, maybe. I will crawl into my soul to. Find a way to escape this sorry world. Don't take offense by my cold-hearted nature.
I crawled out of my skin, looking at my pain and self. But it seems I've fallen in denial. The truth I admit, something I long to find. And it always comes in denial.
Decisions, decisions. Prepare for the incision. This will only hurt once. (But damn will it hurt). And it wont stop. It wont stop for the rest of your life.