On the fifteenth of May in the jungle of Nool. In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool. He was splashing, enjoying the jungle's great joys. When Horton the elephant, Horton the Elephant.
There's a sunny little funny little melody. That was started by a native down in Waikiki. He would gather a crowd down beside the sea. And they'd play his gay Hawaiian chant.
Heartaches. Heartaches. My loving you meant only heartaches. Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me. I can't believe it's just a burning memory. . Heartaches.
The years have been turning on. You left me at home. To carve my own stone. I cried picking up pride. Oh, granite won't lie. We all got along. . Well, it's true.
The sun fell, another night began. Shots rang out, all the people ran. Confident in our innocence. Promises out in the wilderness. I know, I said, I would.
Merry Christmas, baby, you really did treat me nice. Merry Christmas, baby, you really did treat me nice. Bought me a hi-fi for Christmas, now I'm living in paradise.
Too old for young dying, not from lack of trying. Too old for amends, all fleeting my friends. Fresh blood. White waves. Fresh blood. White waves. Fresh blood.
Years. They've past me by like thorns. Digging deep and feeding sores. Sorrow behind closed doors. But that's not me anymore. . In a fight for who I am.
There was that song you wrote. About the king who went broke. It was the story of you. From the point of view of your death bed blues. And you will never believe in me again.
How soon will I be seeing you?. How soon?. I wish I really knew. When will I be hearing. Words I want to hear?. Pretty little love words. Whispered in, my ear.
I heard that you hate me. You know that I do. The words that come out of my mouth. And the sounds telling me. I hate you too. . Next time you should be more careful who.
Let's talk about mud, let's talk about trucks. Let's talk about shotguns, white tail deer, and geese, and ducks. Let's talk about lakes, let's talk about boats.
One-two mike check 1998. Settin' it straight, for you and yours, rocksteady. Big dedicational shoutout's going to the freestylers in the dance tonight.
Hello cruel world, so this is you. A broken heart, but with a view. I'm looking out to face another day. The angry mob, the happy mass. . This birthday cake may be the last.
Space is the word. Sign of God.... It's over all that you see. ...But it cannot rescue me. Sink in the void. Of how it went down.... You'll know through all that you'll see.
10 am, and I hit the alarm. It's been 5 short hours since I tied one on. And on the way to the kitchen for my morning cup. I gotta run to the can before my bowels erupt.
Cold blue waves. Cold dead sky. See in the sea what I need to be. Cold blue waves. . Cold blue mind... (hear them talk about). Cold dead mind. . See in the sea what is and what will be.
I just met the woman of my dreams!. She says she's punk, but she's metal enough for me!!!. Well! She's gonna be my Molly Maid!. Clean me up and you'll have it made!.