When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you. When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes. And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold. Sometimes I am given pause to think when.
Running into you like this without warning. Is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning. But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down. That's quite an after-taste that you've left now that you're not around.
I could love you once or twice. I think youd find it very nice. But then Id have to call it quits. And tear your little heart to bits. . I think you're gonna come with me.
Well, look here now, my oh my. I got a bug stuck in my eye. I feel the chill right through my coat. I got a pill stuck in my throat. . I'm a man, walking with a stick.
Runnin' into you like this without warning. It's like catchin' a sniff of tequila in the mornin'. But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down. That's quite and after-taste.
I'm not that cruel, I'm not that kind. There's really nothing on my mind, believe me. And when I'm talking in my sleep. It doesn't ever get that deep.
Watch that spider in the bathroom sink. Hes a better friend than you might think. So let him spin his web in peace. He catches creepy crawly things. .
I love your guts, I love your goo. Your ugly blood, your creepy heart. The heart that's true to me and you. I thank you. . I'd eat your gum, I'd eat your goo.
I said, "I'm drinkin' up.. Would you like a belt yerself?". You said, "Thanks, but no thanks,. I don't drink, myself.. But you go right ahead, my friend,.
Take me higher. Lift me up. Bring me to where I've never been. Wrap me tighter. Fill my cup. I'll let you pour I won't say when. . If I'm going under.
Eatin ants. Burning bugs. Pour some salt on a herd of slugs. Jump in puddles. Play in dirt. Count to ten with Ernie and Bert. Being free. Being me. Climb a tree.
Hate, fear, and prejudice, pride. holds their soul. Black, white in. blood red, death takes its toll.. Isolated, segregated, forced beneath. your hand. Dominated prisoners,.
So now your offering these hand me down beliefs. You offer neither solace nor relief. In a world of hate. Your words hold no weight. . So now your promising your Disney religion.
We met in seventh grade in history. Then just another one. Friendship was a few years to come. But I knew who you were. . I knew what you stood for. That much we had in common.
I'm a little rocket ship. I'll take you on a little trip. We'll leave this planet far behind. . I'm a little tired of it. And you're a little weary, I can tell.
Intro & break:. C-am c-am c-am c-am. . Well c I'm a good old rebel, yes am that's just what I am. And on c this land of freedom I am does not give a damn.
Now I, I want out of the circus. Since the girl in the blue sparkly dress. On one knee I confessed. Put an end to that exchange of glances. . Now I, I want out of the circus.
I'm standing in your corridor. I wonder what Im waiting for. The leaves are drifting out to sea. I'm waiting for you desperately. . All things beautiful, all things beautiful.
I'd really like to see you now. In your father's combat boots. I'd really like to be with you. 'Cause we could be so dark. . It was only for the grace of you.