Last night down in Mexico. I'm fucked up at the after show. Senoritas got an ounce of blow. The bus is leaving and I don't wanna go. . I've seen inside of me.
Fuck tha police comin? straight from the underground. A mother fucker got it bad cause I?m loud. I?m not a carbon copy so police think they have the authority.
Fuck tha police comin' straight from the underground. A mother fucker got it bad cause I'm loud. I'm not a carbon copy so police think they have the authority.
The more things change. The more things change. Ain't it funny how. Apparently everything is the same. Ain't it funny how. I think I'm waking up. I think I'm waking up or I'm about to be.
The American flag stands for corporate scandals, recession, stock market declines, blackmail.. Burning with hard irons.. Mutilation with the electric drills..
Last night down in Mexico. I'm fucked up at the after show. Senoritas got an ounce of blow. The bus is leaving and I don't wanna go. . I've seen inside of me.
For all we know. We may never meet again. Before you go. . Make this moment sweet again. We won't say goodnight. Until the last minute. I will hold out my hand.
We're flying high on a velvet sky,. With the wind on our wings. Climbing easily on the breeze. . We're flying easy and we do just what we please. We drink the breezes as we drink wine,and the nectar is sweet.
Let me be your stranger. Let me walk through your garden door. Let me play in the leaves. Under your sacred trees. Take that part of me. . Now pull your body open.
FACE THE ARROWS - Lyrics. . Verse:. It takes a little more guts. To bear whats real. It takes a little more grit. To say how you feel. This war I'm right in.
I feel like a bird sitting on a wire. Looking down at the slow burning fire. Oh, I'm watching us die. . Tried to resurrect what was inside. But this just won't come back to life.
I got to feelin' I'm a'fallin'. Like a star up in the blue,. Like I was fallin' off Niagara. In a paddle-boat canoe.. Mmm, I got to feelin' I'm a'fallin'.
[Verse 1]. Hide your horses, hold your tongue. Hang the rich and spare the young. Who drain the spirits from the jars. Hope the fences, steal the cars.
He came by in his funeral suit. In an open-hearted shade of blue. Asked me what I liked to do. On the July evening. . To Bermondsey or to Shoreditch. I said I don't know which is which.
Friendly fire on the horizon. I'll stay close behind decide which side are you on. Whose side are you on?. I'll stay put and I'll disguise my treachery.