Motorcycle Mossies. Wearing Nazi helmets. Very often pass. Goin nowhere fast. Elevator spits me out. Lobby exit heading south. Bratty fatty pigskinned punk.
Seeing a new perspective I found,. A person once was loved is hated now,. Im sorry to sound - so hateful, its your fault.. Too bad you - lost your heart..
don't need a reason to, do the things that I do.. No need to impress you, just wanna undress you.. I really love your shoes, you still kick kangaroos..
As we're walking through this land. You reach out that open hand. Then you look up to the trees. See them hanging in the leaves. Things you don't believe are true.
I got my headphones on like a seventies hifi. Feelin more connected than unlimited wifi. I got my headphones on like a seventies hifi. Feelin more connected than unlimited wifi.
God ain't jive for I can see his love. As it runs alive. One by one through fields of rusted wire. The war has just begun. . Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove.
I was a city child with a dead end smile. And a worm's eye point of view. Oh, I knew my way, I was a backstreet stray. And I had my eyes on you. . Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver, jiver.
Wont you Baby come back to me. Im lost without you here, down there. This foolish game against the time made me. Forget the words I wanted to tell you.
I was a city child with a dead end smile. And a worm's-eye point of view. Oh, I knew my way, I was a back street stray. And I had my eyes on you. . Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver jiver.
(mick ralphs). . Maybe I'm just a loser. Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be. Came to town with an even chance. I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me.
(mick ralphs/ian hunter). . Well the colours cross my mind in a wave. And the feelings that I find so very hard to say. And I've gone with the rain making out.
Hold on, you got it wrong, I'm too strong. You must be going crazy if you think that you can hold me down. Stay down, stop hanging 'round, lay down. You must be going dizzy with them stupid dreams inside your head.
Hey, driver, don't take me too far down this road. I hate prying and I've given you more than I own. I've given you more. I'm here, the scene of your crime.
Tick tock, sweat, switch up the fingers. The silly integer's always on vacation. I didn't think it was a bad idea. I just couldn't figure out how to make the phone work.
I found a letter that said, "I'm sorry that. You were asleep when I wrote these words down". You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now. . Save for a few of those late night episodes.
What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see. . With the beatings held again.
Maybe you were right after all. Maybe I'm just bad news. I've been drowning in memories. Call it residual blues. I fell asleep watching Veronica Mars again.
Hello helicopter, are you here to stay?. Bodies rest in motion fighting night and day. Well, it's kill or be killed. And one day we'll get the best of them.
Fed up with, "Made you look". And Dirty Crooks without a clue. They all wear the same face. And it says, "Hangman, I'm on to you". . Hangman, it's not your fault.
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach. Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached. Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside.