Who will fight tomorrow?. Who will fight today?. Who will fight tomorrow?. Who will change their way?. I hear a baby cryin' all night long.. I hear his mother cryin' all night long..
Pressure builds, ready to blow, flammable device. set to explode, ire stabbing, never fades. migraine fury, venemous rage, locked and loaded. soon the snap, lost sanity, no looking back.
In the dark...in death. Eyes can't see...I cannot feel. No voices...no light...no existence. A dreamlike void surrounds me. silence...emptiness...peace of mind...in death.
I could hear them speaking of those. "Good Old Days" that never were. Those hollow containers for souls. who no longer live there.... . It dwells in my heart, the eternal hate.
In the dark... in death. Eyes can't see... I cannot feel. No voices... no light... no existence. A dreamlike void surrounds me. . silence... emptiness... peace of mind... in death.
You say you don't want to run and hide. A face that no one knows. And everyone you meet. You're going to show. You're nobody's slave. Nobody's chains are holding you.
It's not that easy being green;. Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.. When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold-. or something much more colorful like that..
[BOY:]. A girl named Rosalita moved in down the block. I think I like her but I'm much too shy to talk. A little bit of conversation is my goal. I'll break the ice with just a little Espanol.
It's in the singing of a street corner choir. It's going home and getting warm by the fire. It's true, where ever you find love, it feels like Christmas (boys).
Jeff Moss. Baby Rowlf at piano. Baby Piggy:. No matter what life may bring,. no matter what I may do,. be sure of one special thing. I'm gonna always be loving you..
When I was just a little bitty trash heap. Mama told me Child there's something you should know (you should know):. Everybody's got to have a special dream that they can dream.
This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,. Almost unreal, yet, it's too soon to feel yet.. Close to my soul, and yet so far away.. I'm going to go back there someday..
It's not easy bein' green. Having to spend each day. The color of the leaves. When I think it could be nicer. Bein' red or yellow or gold. Or something much more colorful like that.
Oh, well lesson dance. And shoot to God. A storm-suffered owl. You're not invisible inside your car. No matter what stupid sort of mission you're on. Well, you're not invisible inside your car.
No, I don't suppose. Downpour, downpour. . It always rains on a picnic. Downpour, downpour. . Don't let go quite yet. Downpour, downpour.
Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space. I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place. I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8. I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late.