To all the kids that picked on me in school. Fuck you, I'm famous!. Who locked me out 'cause I wasn't cool. Fuck you, I'm famous!. To all the girls that said I wouldn't make it.
Alone with the morning burning red in the canvas in my head. Painting a picture of you and me driving across country. In a dusty old RV, just the road and its majesty.
Do you know who you are?. . Late last night, a searchlight. I saw a ball of fire streak across a midnight sky. I watched lower and lower, shrink and sink into.
Compassion is shit,. Soft-spoken words and a look of concern.. The fire is lit.. Emotion will never extinguish the flames. That inaction has built.. .
Falling in love with love is falling for make-believe. Falling in love with love is playing the fool. Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy. Learning to trust is just for children in school.
INTO THE SINK THE MAN POURED HIS WATER. RIDDING THE CLEAN AND PURE FOR A TIME. BUT HE DIDN'T FEEL HE DIDN'T FEEL MUCH BETTER. . FREAKERS END WEAKER-WEAKER-WEAKER- WEAKER.
Sitting in my room. The same four walls close in. Empty pocket gloom. I'm clawing at the door again. Walking on the bank. It's the only place I know that's free.
She don't pretend to love him, she don't pretend to care. It's ringing in her head, what did she expect. She doesn't want his body, she doesn't want his soul.
Clowns are a clappin,. So little time. Daddy still wonders. Mommy still cries. Doctrines of demons. Traditions at stake. Portraits expecting. Feeding my slaves.
Five fleas band together against all odds to form a new company.. A new company, performing treachery, translations, advice to givers, and other varied services..
Oo, you're givin' me the fever tonight. I don't wanna give in, I'd be playin' with fire. You forget, I've seen you work before. Take 'em straight to the top leave 'em cryin' for more.
(Ricardo Kctus). Ligue a vitrola, vamos danar. So tantas horas, no importa agora. Toque uma valsa, um tango,. Ou mesmo um rock'n'roll. No tenha pressa, poucas palavras.
Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago. Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row. I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mind.
Some say it's just the nature of the beast. When you love somebody so passionately. Time has a way of stealing. That raging fire feeling. Leaving the ashes laying at your feet.