Hey you, living for tomorrow. You sold your dreams for a pocket of change. Hey you, smokin' up your sorrow. Just pointing fingers at someone to blame.
Hey You, Livin For Tomorrow. You Sell Your Dreams For A Pocket Of Change. Hey You, Smoking Up Your Sorrow. Just Pointing Fingers At Someone To Blame. .
All the nasty girls are around the world. All the nasty girls are around the world. Get nasty, get nasty. Living on the floor, get down with me. Living on the floor, come on with me.
(itroduction). Hey. I hate spying on u so won't u tell me the. truth where u go because you are part my. life and I don't know why u lie to me ever. since when we 1st dated each other so why.
W kocu dotare tutaj. Po wielu latach dowiesz si prawdy. Krra spoczywa daleko gdzie przed tob. Na samym dnie przeznaczenia gry. Niewidomy przemierzasz zakamarki istnienia.
Oniryczny dzwiek delikatnie kolysze cialo. Miedzy jawa a snem prbuje odnalezc spokj. Sila i ukojenie tak potrzebne w walce z lekiem,. Poja usta spragnione wielkich nadziei i slw.
W koncu dotarles tutaj. Po wielu latach dowiesz sie prawdy. Krra spoczywa daleko gdzies przed toba. Na samym dnie przeznaczenia gry. . Niewidomy przemierzasz zakamarki istnienia.
Cigarettes and trash furnishing your room. He claims to be from God. But, when was God this cold?. . He said, "Son, get on your knees and pray to me. With your mother I'll do what I please".
I watch my neighbors next door. The Mr. and Mrs. at war. He lost his arm back in Nam. And they both drink like fish. They used to swap fluids at night.
They don't own me. I'm not a piece in their games. Can't control me. They're the only ones to be blamed. I'll never break down. I won't give up this fight.
A love story's what you're about to hear. it's about a girl who wasn't sincere yeah. I asked her out and she didn't refuse but everyday it was a new excuse.
I heard a rumor and it's hard to ignore. everybody is saying punk's not cool anymore. So I called all my friends just to make sure. then I went down to the record store.
I was young once not that I even remember it much. I would hide inside the headphones. And the music I'd touch. But the song I used to sing is just the dream of a kid.
It's hard to have strength when there's nothing to eat. And it's hard to eat when you dont have the teeth. And how when you lose the one thing you love.
all hands on deck, throw your guns in the air. let's turn this ship around and leave this battleground. we've been lost at sea for a long time now. today I'm calling mutiny on every single memory.
up to no good, incarcerated Crescentwood. pushing insane, thinking I was John Wayne. life was looking grim, can you hear me, can you hear me, you pilgrims.
Yeah, I got this. Thinking my head. Yeah, you wanna say. The things not said. . What's the reason?. . Don't really care if you leave. Just wanna see you beaten.
They give what they give ya. You get what you get. . They take what they're taking. No matter what you said. . Or maybe, it's just apathy. Or maybe, we don't question it.
I will be released. I see you understanding. And this the sail away the give away. And I - I see you in the arms of november. . We sail - we sail. On the glory of love.
Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie. . It was late last night when the boss came home. Asking about his lady. The only answer that he got was.