Heaven And Hell

Our love's stuck between heaven and hell. I can't tell where we're meant to be. 'cause love's got me stuck between heaven and hell. And I can't tell you how I feel about.

Heartbeat

There was a time everyone was around. And I was dancing with you. We all went down to a party Friday night. And had a drink there or two. . Oh, what a heat of a love and heartbeat.

Happy Without You

(speaking). Without you, yeah. come on. . (verse). It took a long time. but I'm back again for good. it really hurt me. but now I finally understood. the day I left you.

Haywire

Hate Mail

How Do You Sleep

I know, I know, I know you want to see me fall. I hope, I hope, I hope you know I'm not that small. I'm big, I'm big, I'm bigger than you wanted to believe.

Home

God is gorgeous in the city. And what's my home like now. In a room where we share a pillow. And lights in the windowsill. And you let me lay my burdens down.

Huominen On Huomenna

makaan luodis, rantatuolis, rantakuosis. vähä hiekkaa mun taskuis. jotain juomist. joka ois vantaalla muodis. ja mä tipun laskuist. parit likat, voin tarjoo niille margaritat.

Hasta El Fin

Grita ms alto. Que todo el mundo pueda oirte. Rompe barreras. Ya nada puede asustarte. . Dime si tu tambin. Ves lo que yo en mi interior. Dime si lo que suena.

Her Room

I am in her room. It's I who live here now. I don't know how I got here. There's this man who comes every night. . And hour passes. Then i another. Smoking slowly.

Hooray For Hollywood

Hooray for Hollywood. That screwy ballyhooey Hollywood. Where any office boy or young mechanic can be a panic. With just a good looking pan. And any barmaid can be a star maid.

Honeysuckle Rose

Honey, honey,. Oh, honey, listen to my plea:. . Every honeybee. Fills with jealousy,. When they see you out with me!. I don't blame them, goodness knows,.

How U Love

To live, to move, to breathe. to have my being, existence,. it's only all because of your love.. Your love, it captivates my soul.. Your love, it's taking over me..

Horizons

On a boat in the Gulf of Mexico. I know, I know it doesn't snow. I know, I know where to go. In the book by my bed. That holds all the maps of places we've travel and where lives intersect.

Hot Cars

I think I'm gonna gonna take a trip. I think my mind's gonna going to rip. Hot cars are on my mind. Hot cars I must find. . Hot cars. Hot cars. . I think I'm gonna gonna go insane, ah.

Homo-sexual

Screw your wife in the behind. Tell your kids you're doing fine. Goddamn no good stupid liar. Sucking dick your pants on fire. . HOMOSEXUAL - up the ass.

High On Drugs

Gotta get up before it's too late--. I can't get up, and now it's too late!. I've got a degree, I can't get a job;. I'm fallin' asleep, I'm a lazy slob....

Haizman's Brain Is Calling

Three steps and a shot of light. I see a blinding flash. Puss is dripping from my head. I'm lying on my back. Haizman's brain is calling. It's knocking at your door.

How Does It Feel To Kill?

two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man. karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand. . please tell me how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?.

Hoppa Hoppa Reiter (requiemmix)

Einundzwanzigstes Kapitel. . Hoch oben am zwielichtigen Erdberg des Totenackers, jenseits des Ringelspielgaus und dort, wo der Kezman mit grauen Argusaugen ber seinen Friedhof wacht, schaukelt ein Hutschpferd achtsam auf und ab. Kezman steht neben der Mhre und birgt eine rote Knute in der Hand. Schnde wackelt er das Schaukelpferdchen in eine ungestme Lebhaftigkeit und redet es wach. Es ist ein Karussellpferdchen, das vormals auf einer Drehscheibe abseits des Totenpfuhls tanzte und nun der feisten Gerte Kezmans hrig scheint. Als das Pferdchen schon davon zu galoppieren droht, singt der Kezman den Werkelmann aus seiner urigen Kiste: "Hoppa, hoppa, Reiter, wenn er fllt, dann schreit er!" Neckisch puppert das Peitschlein des Teufelsboten an der Holzdecke des Spielmanns, der wie wach aus seiner Kiste fhrt, auf das Pferdchen steigt und das schrullige Tierchen mit gezielten Hieben durch den Friedhof jagt. Der Spielmann lenkt den Gaul in Kezmans Pfuhl. Er scheint ungehalten, aber verliebt in den Gestank dieser moderigen Brhe, die das sinkende Pferdchen mit einem grnen Breimantel berzog und im Schlamm des Sumpfes festhielt. "Komm, komm, mein Pferdchen", brabbelt der Werkelmann. Doch der Gaul ersauft und stirbt dem Spielmann weg - zu dieser grillenhaften Stund'!.