Wake up from your slumbers deep. In your house a monster does creep. >From the darkest corners of your mind. The monster is there for you to find. Fear the monster...the monster is fear.
na na na.... sometimes things seem totally wiped out. i bite my lip and clench my fist so tight. that i cant even feel it. my pulse is ready to explode.
I can still smell the summer air. walking to the park, to the place where I grew up. humid nights, ridiculous fights. over girls that we just met. rollerblading everywhere, didn't care about too much.
And Im through and through again.. Youre on my mind, the things you said still rattle through my head.. Its no surprise what youve done this time.. I wish that you were dead..
I'm not above drinking alone. but no good ever comes of it,. unless you count me talking to you now. So, have you been hurt?. Did you hurt someone?. Did you get all crashed down upon?.
I dropped out of the old school. I got kicked out of the new school. I got drunk with some girls from the local art school. Got caught painting on a wall "Gustav Klimt RUles!".
Get out of my way and leave my house. Sugar and salt, believe in myself. . I wait forty days, thirty nights. I am amazed. . Get out of my way, deface this sound.
I may be a fire-fly. . Catch the first train flying by. With my wits on fire. Send my legs to work it out. Send my feet to fall about. . With the first train flying by.
He gave me his time in half forgotten jews. Talk a scarecrow has a mind to jump the fence. If he's got any sense (my legs have gone to their maker). If he's got any sense....
Reaching out for peace of mind. Me and me said it's alright. Mountain deep and rivers high. It may be coming and I know why. I know why I know why. . I wore mink and I wore flesh.
Madness is a state and quest about peace of mind. Facts are only lies not truths that are lost in time. Sickness is the greatest healer and a passing fad.
Sometimes I swear I live with an angel. Sent from above to watch over me. He wears his love just like a halo. If he's not an angel, what else could he be.
(Jeff Lysyczyn/ Michael Hunter Ochs). . Love's not supposed. To make you numb. It's okay to have a little fun. The more you contemplate. The more you mess with fate.
Dragging hours behind this morning. She's dealt a long delay. San Francisco is departing. But we're heading to LA. She's the last person that I need to meet.
I'm tired and weak. I can't sleep. Sometimes I feel I can't keep going. With you. I can't keep up. I'm waiting by the phone. Just because if we don't talk.
That stuff that's falling from the sky really isn't rain. I'd put on a hat but it's eating out my brain. It's really all too late if only to explain. .
Prejudice, wrote a song about it. Like to hear it? Here it go. We don't mind. . I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes. It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no no.
She's a good girl, loves her mama. Loves Jesus and America too. She's a good girl, is crazy 'bout Elvis. Loves horses and her boyfriend too. . It's a long day living in Reseda.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Hey! Hey!. Forever. Hey! Hey!. Forever. . It's you and me. Moving at the speed of light into eternity. Tonight is the night. To join me in the middle of ecstasy.