Sweet little pretty ran away from the trouble, we saw it all through the peephole.. She carried her belongings in a purple pair of stockings and her head in a fish bowl..
We drove through the night. Listening to Pavement on the stereo. And wondering to ourselves. Will we see the sunrise. Before the drugs wear off?. . Crossed so many borders.
In my car. Five days and counting here you are. The phone rings what more could you say. . I know you won't ever admit that. You fell for him, he never loved you back.
The green lights line up for miles. You'd think we were on our way. And don't think that tonight. Won't be the same. . I know that we have lost. The things that we once had.
And you'll choke on those words, no one can swallow that much pride. And my contentions all ring true, every word you said was a lie. And I thought we were friends but you changed that in time.
I got two arms that can hold you. But no mind for the road. And they're pushing my life right over. I'm getting so tired and alone. . And I'm living my life on a prayer now.
Sweet Lord, I know. I hate this lonely life so. Lord, I know. Time goes slow. . I feel so alone. Sweet Lord. Sweet Lord, is this my fate. To live my life in this state?.
And i. I feel. Feel like. Feel like I'm gone. Feel like I'm going home. Take it down to my soul, lay it back, feel so good. Summer sun turns me on, lay me back, feels so good.
And I, I feel. Feel like, feel like. Feel like I'm gone. Feel like I'm goin' home. . Take it down to my soul. Lay it back, feel so good. Summer sun turns me on.
Seeing is believing or so they say. But whos to judge whats real anyway?. I know its fake so get off your high horse. Youd rather have this dream than your tears and heartaches.
Workin' on a sex farm. Tryin' to raise some hard love. Gettin' out my pitch fork. Pokin' your hay. . Scratchin' in your hen house. Sniffin' at your feedbag.
I fahr ganz aloa durch d' Nacht auf der BAB 3. von Hamburg nach München is' weit und I schlaf scho fast ei. drum fahr' I auf an Rastplatz, I brauch jetzt an starken Kaffee.
You're fucken awesome. You're fucken awesome. You're fucken awesome. You're fucken awesome. . Just diggin' ya now. I'm diggin' ya now. I'm just diggin' ya now.
The honeymoon was over before the wedding had begun. The Tropic of Capricorn, left melting in the sun. But what could be more beautiful than a weekend in the rain?.
So don't forget. In these times try to remember. The time will come. To use your voice and push your views. . So don't forget. Sometime between now and never.
The plane is intact. From the front to the back. I was left now. Is waiting for you. . So do what you can. For blood and feelin'. . And it's alright. Yeah, it is alright.
Spark Gap. FEED THE WOLVES. . It seems the man's condition,. Won't break with old traditions. So let's put some electric frictions, right.. . What are you made of ooh,.
(Antony Langdon). . She'll kick you in the head, she'll never let you go. Well you told her the truth but she already knows. She's got the new age mantra down to a T.
"FEAR OF REJECTION". Words and music (c) 1998, Richard D. Diakun. . I've never been one with the lines,. never been overly "smooth".. But I know what I'm feeling inside,.