Der Modefreak jubiliert, er hat den Anzug probiert. Und seine Freundin frohlockt, wie der Anzug rockt. Auf der Jeans da steht "Punk", den Nietengürtel im Schrank.
I don't even like the way it sounds. One day it's gonna be I told you so. I'm expectin' that you're gonna be down. One day it's gonna be I told you so.
I just met Huston, he was lookin' for your door.. He said he'd like to buy a horse.. I saw he had a map of the county in his hand.. He had your house circled red..
I do believe, I do believe, I do believe I saw you standing there. Sunlight in your hair reflecting in your eyes. I do believe, I do believe, I do believe I saw you standing there.
Verse 1:. Impossible.. That's what they call it,. when it gets too hard.. I'm lying down, 'cause my fight is gone.. Besides, it' what you do in the dark..
Your back curves like a creeping vine. With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine. In the black-coffee bowl of your eye. Why do you overestimate the size of the lie?.
[Chorus]. Giving it up, don't mind. Giving it up, don't mind. Every last drop little bit. Giving it up, don't mind. Giving it up, don't mind. . I wrote a song about your car.
Frat boys gone to dogs. Brawling and sparring. Blue girl, dance for me. The empty floor or nothing. Brrmbpdpdmdm. Brrmbpdpdmdm. Brrmbpdpdmdm. Brrmbpdpdmdm.
Frat boys gone to dogs. Brawling and sparring. Blue girl, dance for me. The empty floor or nothing. Brrmbpdpdmdm. Brrmbpdpdmdm. Brrmbpdpdmdm. Brrmbpdpdmdm.
I hear the bells. Down in the canyon, it's. Snow in New York. Some blue December, I'm. Gone to the moon. Without you, girl, and I'm. Calling to you. Throughout the world and well I can.
I got the drop on you. But it was easy Japanese. When I chase your lies in the light. Don't you look so cutesy. . Down in the basement. Where your captives scratch and they cry.
I don't care that you smell like rats. Cover your grotesque head with hats. I love you, I love you ugly. I don't care if your butts too big. I don't care what you got under your wig.
Love is just a picture of Your glory. And my best tries at love have fallen short. I pretend these dirty clothes are holy. Knees patched up with grace from You, oh Lord.
How can nothing ever mean something?. It goes from white to gray so fast. A new pool on a strange mattress. Helps me catch up with my past. . Pass me something to wipe with.
I need them for my headaches, I need them for skin. We need it for a night out and sometimes for a night in. The room stinks of poppers, the bog's full of bile.
I work in a saloon,. Pulling shit pints for shit wages.. It's a busy night tonight. And the bar is full. Of all the girls I've ever shagged,. Or tampered with, or kissed,.
Here, a little sympathy, for you to waste on me I know you're faking it, but that's OK. And I. Don't want to drag it out. Don't want to bring you down.
It's hard to think where we began. We were born and learned to stand. Recollections scattered out inside my head. We came across a broken road. With broken hearts that overflowed.