Ive got money in my pocket. I like the color of my hair. Ive got a friend who loves me. Got a house, Ive got a car. Ive got a good mother. And her voice is what keeps me here.
I know about the scars on your arms. I know your baby wasn't born. I know that your mum hates your dad. I know that it fucked up your head. . Hang on, it's gone.
Naked as I am. Im a happy, sad bulk of a man. And I can show you everything. But Im just doing the best that I can. . And there are no escapes. Come, join me in my world.
Them that's got shall get. Them that's not shall lose. So the Bible says and it still is news 'cause. Mama may have and papa may have. But God bless the child that's got his own.
Yeah. I want to destroy everything I know, I want to start again from scratch. I've done so many things that I regret but I don't feel guilty and I won't look back.
*Go. . (Mark Hoy): verse 1. . The bomb drop. Ready to rock populace. Top dollar to watch. To dust goes metropolis. The bang bang. Like a spike to the vein.
Gunman,. bloodshot eyes.. Gunman,. grain of sand.. Sisters,. could not speak.. Father,. is a holy ghost.. and there's lions. in a cage.. . It don't matter, don't try to explain,.
I got a cat, and when you squeeze him he goes [eeeeaaaaahhhh]. Found an egg inside this vacuum, that smelled like hair spray, MMM. My lips are really chapped, so then I drank a gallon of Milk.
(Brian Johnson/Dale Garrard/Raleigh Planty). Down along the banks where grow the tall weeds. In the rich red mud where the big worms feed. Lies a golden girl wrapped in tattered lace.
The stars in the sky-sparkled in your eyes. Like diamonds they appeared-so blue and clear. No beauty could compare-to the moon upon your hair. Like shimmering strands of gold-I long to hold.
How could I place my trust in a world that has so often let me down?. We live our lives based upon the pointless pursuit of perfection,. I'm giving up on giving respect to those who don't respect themselves..
Frozen frames, you sold your soul. To the devils dance, its growing old.. Corners bent, your money's spent. On flimsy wonders and high cut rent. Empty bottles and rock n roll.
Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber. My instincts tell me to crash. You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them. I somehow think this won't last.
Allen - Cox. A religion of uniform. Cradle the star. Hail their salute of pressure. Underfoot, under squalor. An issue is burning behind the flags of surrender.
Something hiding behind me. Something hiding behind me. I know what do you think of me. Tripping the line stuck in the mud. . Somebody in my lane. Who who who I said freak.
We're smashing mics in karaoke bars. You're running late with half your makeup on. This method acting might pay our bills. But soon enough they'll be a different role to fill.
Bobby wears his cap and a baseball jersery. That carries the name of his favorite star. He's waiting at the curb Daddy better hurry. It's quarter to 12 and the games about start.
Seize the day and it will pay. And you can find that running stream. Multiply, watch it fly. Near or far or in between. . I love the rush. But I don't understand it much.
I wanna break through the crowd,. just to get to you,. I wanna dial your number and loose that busy tone,. just to get to you,. . Tell me your secret code to pick open your locks,.
Looking for that green light. Guide me away from this danger. As I wander towards the berth. Of my wrought iron chamber. . With every breath it knows.