The broken glass that fades. The past is a parade of countless days. Painting patterns in the sand. . My motorcycle brain. Remains to be explained. It's like a summer rain.
Lately my heart and lung are aching. Sometimes I feel that all that I have. To survive. . Maybe all that I know is changing. Sometimes I feel that. All you can do.
Lately my heart and lung are aching. Sometimes i feel that all that i have. To survive. . Maybe all that i know is changing. Sometimes i feel that. All you can do.
What if I told you. This wasnt my head youre looking at. Not even my eyes beneath this hat. Let me assure you. Not every one loves to be afraid. Cause nothing feels better than ok.
Have you ever felt before. That everyone around you knows the deal. Except you. And it makes you feel. Like a moray eel. Green and blue. . But listen up because.
Pull the stops out, watch my hustle. Would you believe I was once a. Would you believe I was even as shy as a child. It's so hard for the mind to fathom, so don't try.
Oh, hummingbird. Mankind was waiting for you to come flying along. Heavenly songbird. We were so wrong, we've harmed you. Oh, hummingbird. . Lend us your wings.
Make me as a hollow reed, that I may play and plant thy seed. Rascal's closet may be lit, and have a needy rhyme in it. Make me as a flute of stone that when I play thy wind is blown.
High on a mountain, high on a hill. High on a mountain, way up on a hill. Well, I want to walk, out in the sunshine. And watch it play through the trees.
The world we know is living. In a hand-me-down shoe, a hand-me-down shoe. And don't you know that the shoe don't fit. Maybe there's a hole in it. We can't walk so we must sit while the world goes on and on.
I know the wind and the rain. And the lightning. And the thunder's filled my brain. Have I change? I'm asking you. . All I know is the sun and it's shining.
Happiness is eggshaped. And love's a circle with no end. It's only four o'clock in the morning. And you're still driving me 'round the bend. . I'll tell you something, I'll tell you, it's true.
Holy harcore jesus christ. Knocking our religious life. Live by Crass, die by the sword. We're punk rock servants of the lord. You say that all you want is peace.
i wanna live with madonna i wanna lick oprah i. wheel of fortune i want god to make my bed. i wanna fuck jesse jacksoni wanna go deep sea fishing. wanna go to hollywood i wanna be a material man.
Alright, so this next songs a sort-of Zydeco New Orleans song Its about a dead guy. Its called Hey Mama Ya.. . Hey mama, ya mama, hey mama yo. Save me from hell fore the roosters crow.
Try and tell us our future's at stake. We're gonna slam dance on your grave. Cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow. You say we're a bunch of lazy bums.
Alright, so this next songs a sort-of Zydeco New Orleans song Its about a dead guy. Its called Hey Mama Ya.. . Hey mama, ya mama, hey mama yo. Save me from hell fore the roosters crow.
Try and tell us our future's at stake. We're gonna slam dance on your grave. Cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow. You say we're a bunch of lazy bums.
PT-boat on the way to Havana. I used to make a living, man, pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA. Hooray for the U.S.A.. . Baby, baby, make me a loco.