Sitting in the desert. Keeping off the flies. Swollen stomach, swollen head. And sad and swollen eyes. Waiting for the charity. That slowly dribbles in.
Huba don't run any more. Huba don't frighten your mother. And don't call our sister a whore. 'Cos she cares for her rotten brother. Making excuses and shifting the blame.
Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas. Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada. Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass band.
And the man was right. I only saw the trees. And the man was right. I'm very hard to please. And I won't look back with a feeling of regret. And I won't look down, 'cos I haven't finished yet.
Don't look behind you, you know it's so much kinder. Don't look behind you, when you are on your way. Don't look behind you, you don't know what you'll find there.
Hes going home. Looks like the sky is burning, his head is turning. At least hes on his way. He will be there before morning,. much explaining, without warning..
What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit. What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit. . Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best hotty out?. And will they ever let Gotti out?.
What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit. What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit. . Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best hotty out?. And will they ever let Gotti out?.
All the locks are broken. Everything's been stolen. Hold on, Slow John. All she left you was a slogan. . Now your heart is breaking. Lonesome and forsaken.
Call the moment good. Dont hurry if you can. See all the houses youd build there. . The sun warms my mind. The moon cools my toes. All of these memories hold meaning.
Heaven. Are you really waiting outside the door. Never thought I'd hear the words before the road. Sever. . It's the simple things that are so hard to grasp.
San Francisco New York City. strangely silent strangely empty. His graffiti filled the subway. But where's my brother. He could keep you up for hours.
When you're tired of runnin' to nowhere. And you're weary of people who don't care. Head on home. . Home awaits you. To return to, yeah. . When the tears keep coming too often.
Open call to the fallen. The game's begun. Gave into the calling. For souls undone. Left out in the open. In the open. Gave up on seeing eye to eye. Four fires burning.
If I'm butter, if I'm butter. If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife. He makes my heart a cinema scope screen. Showing the dancing bird of paradise. . He excites me.
At the shopping mall I'm surrounded by a parking lot. Walking down the aisle I was thinking about what I had lost. On a Sunday morning my hometown is feeling strange to me.
Hey now, where have you been. You know that I've been waiting for you. Hey now, what have you seen. You know that I've been looking for you. . My electric field, my sound field.
They say that you should be proud of your roots,. How can I be proud living with this filth?. . Oh god, release me from this town I call home,. Release me from this, HELL!.
I was living my life. I was living on my own. then i felt something weird. I lost my control. there's a strange feeling here. and there's nothing to hold.
Well, it looks so crazy tonight,. A real rock city,. A real rock city,. Oh yeah!. . And there be no fighting tonight,. Cause we got that feeling,. Wild cards dealing..