No need to explain cause I know your story. You're making the claims to have the guts and glory. You're sad, sad, sadly mistaken. You're steady mistakes give me a bloody rush.
No need to explain,. Cause I know your story,. You're making your claims. To have the guts and glory,. . You're sad, sad. Sadly mistaken (sadly mistaken).
What keeps you going. Is the same thing that makes me wanna stay. Well, I don't need no reasons. Don't need reasons for loving you this way. . No, I don't mind a little imperfection.
I'm snowed in and my batteries dead. flights delayed and my friends were late. then you forgot to wind your watch. don't forget to watch out when you wind me up.
It started out as a good night,. no danger in sight.. And you were there with me,. in the car.. But we'd only drive so far.. . The headlights,. The car crashed to the side..
Woke up, flat faced on a kitchen floor. With an empty bottle of JD still clasped in my hand. My headache was intense, there was a sudden chill in the air.
If I could ask for anything. I'd only want my girl. I've seen a lot of things. Going on all around the world. . I had to leave her all alone. I wrote this down so I could let her know.
A celery. You need a, a celery. If you want to fit in a celery. It gets you through to half time, a celery. . Why don't you, smash the system from within.
As the rain poured down, the people cheered,. an innocent man was killed that day,. he must die, to save our lives, he placed our sins, upon his back,.
Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright. In tiny little towns across this big night. Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun. Slipping into stores then out in a run.
Chorus (The Works):. Hold it down (x16). . Verse 1 (Tonez):. We in the club and we holdin' it down. We in the school and we gata hold it down. We on the track and we gata hold it down.
We were paired together, glued like feathers. In the wind without a plastic gun. Didn't need one to make us stick. Now dial down the lights. Day becomes the night.
allen / cox / gray. Good morning Mr President will you sign this grave. This hole in my pocket is a hole in my face. A bad heart is a bad surprise. This black is a fact is a blackened race.
allen / cox / gray. One is for the decent times. And two is for the same. Well number three is for the big fat sinners. And four is heaven's gate. . There's a soul invasion here.
So many times, so many times. Complete the crime, complete the stories. I should have known this inner feeling. Is all about these messy people. Grant his pardon and be forgotten.
I say my hands have played, hold me and never sing. All mine is still undone, hold me and I'll hold you. My hungry dream, my only savior. I send it to you and keep winds bad at bay.
Get that curse off my land. Get that curse off my land. Who said doctor's orders?. Baptised I have no chirch. Get that curse off my land. . Now, if I had a hammer I'd nail the halo back.
Oh, all the words I should not know. Those doctors wrote on me. Swell up and from their syllable. Won't let me get to sleep. . The sun will start later.
There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic school dropout stares into the mirror. Stands up in his derelict daydreams.