You bring your books along and I can wake up. You are the sacred one and I'm not like that. Ma always said I should be someone else. I'm just myself, I'm just me and if I can't be that then I am....
You said you're all right. But you are losing touch. I'm watching you fall. And it hurts me so much. Everyday it's another excuse. I won't sit and watch you abuse.
[Verse 1]. Thank God I woke up just another damn day. First thing I'm gonna do is fall on my knees and pray. We all eyewitnesses to some pain and suffering.
Full speed ahead, that´s what I said. He didn´t think about tomorrow. Full speed ahead, that´s all he wanted. Another line or two would do him fine. He had his brains all out of time.
Chorus:. Oh oh oh fucked up once again. No more rivers of blood. Taking over my dream of love. Feel a bit of poetry in my life. But it all could change in just one night.
And I say. Oh oh oh you never know which way to go. . And I say. Oh oh oh the flipper twist is in my soul. . Now all the time we spent runnin´ around.
Every time. It feels so good. . Did you hear me?. Are you listening?. Ain't you listening?. Did you hear me?. . From the barrel. To the trigger. Passing.
Feeling so run down, i´m feeling so tired. Feeling so run down, i´m feeling so tired. Running round town trying to get me. Something to pick me up. Got any speed.
I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that's true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth. You live your life.
Thought that I was nothing more than one of your pawns. While you stormed your ladder rung by rung. Though your conscience bled about everything you said.
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick and tired, of all the cowards at the radio station. No cathartic plot to thicken, to quote the vernacular, I'd say that you're chicken..
(A B-side from "All The Hype That Money Can Buy". Recorded in 2000). . should pay me 5 dollars.. . 4 kids in Memphis,. . and i want to buy a hot dog.I wrote this song and they said they would pay me,.
Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,. Our hero bold, who so it's told, is a lot like you and me.. His passion burns, the world it turns,. He fills his hand to fill the void,.
You said, "Down with the church", with your fists up in the air, all the rancor and the hate, yeah we saw your frigid stare. You hate Christianity, but love your animosity, it's the church who's getting rotten, yet it's Christ that you've forgotten..
Staring at the shoreline wishing for some hope. the weight of empty fishing nets is more than twisted rope. And underneath stern faces while they wait with baited breath.
Through this mirrored image feeling. Was my head so oddly reeling. Not aware of floor or ceiling. Kneeling and crying out. All the past I'd spent denying.