Well Billy is a boy who has a few ideas of his own. He has a habitrail maze with 35 hamsters in his home. He takes them to the disco where everybody loves him.
Bill and Tammy Bakker were messengers of God and the Bank of America. Tammy sprays on some makeup, pops some downers and says this must be heaven. Jim is in the bedroom converting hookers on a mattress full of money.
Watch me break like tempered glass, and cut my wrist while falling, for boredom sake I'll call in sick, and I'll just keep on writing, these letters to homesick angels, resting calmly on my shoulder, as I apologize for living, you could have done this better.
We signed both our names and the cards were done, by acting so old we felt so young, and you licked the stamps and I lit the tree, you faked a nap and watched me open your presents without your permission, the smile on your face, I knew I was forgiven, I said I'm sorry and you said I love you too.
He went away. With his footsteps in wax. He is gone. . Ticking away. He took the time. At the end of the universe. With bread and wine. With bread and wine.
Lord please, follow me home. Cause I'm down on my knees and I feel alone. Home, got nowhere to call home. No one to call home. . When I'm out on the town I get what I need.
Time, this time. Finally the moment is mine. The crowd is wowed. I'm walkin' to the cannon so proud. . The cannon fills the spotlight. So shot me to the view.
The night I fell in sorrow. I knew I was alone. A dozen good time friendships. But my heart is still unknown. . I thought I saw your footsteps. In the sand along the shore.
DAVID WILCOX. HOT, HOT PAPA. . Well my friends all wished me a fare-thee-well. And I pop out the chute like a bat out of hell. Hot hot papa. Hot hot papa.
She wanted to move. She wanted to try something new. She wanted to live in San Francisco. In a place with a view. . She wanted the sound. She wanted the life all around.
Too tired to sleep. Too angry to pray. Too far down to get back up. Too lost to find my way. . And who knows what happened. I'm too confused to say. And too far gone to turn back now.
It's the choice of a lifetime, I'm almost sure. I will not live my life in between anymore. If I can't be certain of all that's in store. This far it feels so right.
from The Nightshift Watchman. ............................................... . I walk the High Hill tonight. It stands behind the town. It was golden in the autumn sky.
Daddy's doin all the laundry. Daddy's doin all the laundry. Daddy's doin all the laundry trying to make a fine home. . Mama's makin all the money. Mama's makin all the money.
How are you?. How are you?. How are you?. How are you?. . Had a dream I could turn back time. Had to stop to rewind my memory. Had a vision of the ruby sky.
Light breathe exhale. the damage is done. tonight weve failed. so tell everyone. the ships have gone by. tell everyone. i took them from the sky. you are the one.
Speak speaking for myself. pretned im someone else. i never felt the same. well this time. breath im breathing up the air. its burning up my lungs. its burning through my hari.
So this is midnight. I can feel the coming storm. My perverted butterfly. You begin to be transformed. And we are drained out. Emptied in the atmosphere.
Breathe, hallucinations start to fade. All the colors are back to gray. I never understood these things I hated. . But now, as we all disappear. The world becomes quiet clearly.
I took a real good look deep down in my soul. I had been knocked down. I was down for the count or so it seemed. I didn't know which way to go. But by the grace of God.