Hey babay, wanna go for a ride?. Take you down and then I skin you alive. it ain't love, it ain't hate. it's the only fucking way that I comunicate. yeah! I communicate!.
Past times are for laziness and past time is gone.. Can't live in it, Can't live with it.. Hard times for the cryin type are like a wrecking ball. Hard as a stone, can't let it penetrate..
What were you thinkin'?. What was going on inside your head?. Tell me were you drinkin' or just plain insane?. . How were you feeling. With another couple thousand dead.
In this hole that is me. The dead are rolling over. In this hole thickening. Dirt shoveled over shoulders. . I feel it in me so overwhelmed. Oh, this pressured center rising.
Holden. . I can tell by the shuffle in your walk. I can tell by the nonsense in your talk. I can tell by the way you laugh at everything. I'm with you man, I'm not digging this scene, no.
Heh. . Here comes sickness. Walking down my street. Shaking her hips. Like she's some kinda treat. All the neighborhood dogs. Licking at her feet. Here comes sickness.
Mommy, mommy, mommy. Look at your son. You might have loved me. But now I got a gun. You better stay out of my way. I think I've had a bad day. I've had a bad day.
There's somethin' shiftin' in the distance. Don't know what it is. Day as dead as night. Except for the feelin'. That's crawlin' up inside of me. As you sing your song.
That woman. Lives in a house of stone. You better not cuss. You better not roam. . Shell put you out. On your ass all alone. That woman. Lives in a house of stone.
You gimme Hope,. you give me violins.... you set me Free,. you forgive my sins.... . And one day I'll. pay you back. for showing me. the world ain't bla-a-ack.
You better open up honey its your lover boy me that's a knockin'. You better listen to me sugar all the cats are at the High School rockin'. Honey get your boppin' shoes Before the juke box blows a fuse.
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi). Hi, it's just me,. I'm writing you from jail you see,. this is what's the best for me,. I've corrupted our society unjustly,.
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi). I'm just a man, Dan's got a future,. with a fast picking hand,. but my brother,. my brother, like my mother,. they're living back,.
You laughed at me, I laughed at you. You said that you already knew. You looked at me, I looked at you. And there was nothing I could do. What to do after all you put me through?.
On the isle of Filla Lilla out Hawaii way. A hula maiden gay strolled by on moonlit bay. There come-a to court her over the water. From a savage Zinga-Zululand.
"She's just a friend," he said, "and that's all she'll ever be. But I can't get these thoughts of her out of my head. The cliche story once again, not as dramatic as it could be.
Life is more uncertain now. And I'm searching for tomorrow but I know My life is in your hands. Had my future laid out. The next few years all played out in my head.
Suddenly my defenses are down. Blindsided by my own curiosity. Now the enemy is attacking all around. My heart is pounding through my chest. And there's no way that I can get my rest tonight.
Hotdogs in the rain we feel no pain. sleepin' in the van after sittin' in the rain. breathin in the same air til it chokes the brain. no one complains nobody complains.
(???????). El Camino pick-Up truck. (???????) Motley Crue. Holding hands just me and you. . We don't need no high school. I think we're too cool. We'll have kids at seventeen.