All you say. Is give me the money. It's hard to care. When you lied to me honey. . Watch you do. Is standing masturbation. Can you prove?. The words are for tasting.
Despite all of the negatives. I still get up and, yeah, I still get down. . No reason, I'm made of positives. And all you fuckers cannot turn me round.
I keep hanging around your kitchenette. And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in. I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar. And crush all your Gingerbread Men.
So many times I've waited, for you to recognize my face. But you don't seem to notice I'm alive. . I want to know you --- why do you run?. I'd never hurt you --- but still you run.
Looking under the washing machine. I'm picking up our loveline. Of dirtier change. Maybe my old blue jeans. I haven't worn in a year. But deep in a pocket.
(verse). Who are you. Who wanted me too.. I want you to. Know that I love you.. . Why are you. So hard to read through.. You want me to. Know that I love you, love you, love you....
The cars are passing down below. And all that's left of you is all your clothes. You left your key, the TV's on. Our picture's face down by the alarm clock radio.
Here before the sunrise. You came a-knocking at my door. How long has it been now?. You got the hint I wanted more. . You woke me up at 2 am. With your stomping on my floor.
And you put yourself onto the cross. And build your wounds to cover spite. So I can't be the man that martyrs you tonight. . 'Cause we're all paying heavy costs.
Friday night in the Kingdom of Doom. Oh, ravens fly across the moon. All in now, there's a noise in the sky. Following all the rules and not asking why.
A trippy hipster,. In another time,. Sang that love is all around -. Which sounded. Pretty ridiculous. To a kid who shilled for the house.. . I ll tell you a secret.
Remember that song called "Kill me". From Vick Timm's last LP. Too much of a risk. for a golden disc. . The price he paid for money. Ce soir, Ce soir.
From the Album:. * Keeper of the flame. . Mother mother, gotta understand,. That mother mother we've got murder on our hands.. Your sons.
She had a Nova that was tinted green. He took a Greyhound that was a bus. From the city of New Orleans. . The only light that shined in their eyes. Was that of a simple screen.
Manic senses overloaded. Frantic fun day a la moded. Always falling on my face. But I need to stay in hyperspace. . I am spinning out. Kissing asphalt.
Learning, I hope you're learning. 'cause life is burning from the start. And time is, another influence. I think your best friend has got the sound. .
In this world. I was told. I could beat the chance. Plans will make us fly. All night. Anytime. Anywhere. I will disappear. Beats will make us dance. All night.
Ä Winter lang hani uf d'Sunne planget,. Ha am Schnee d'Schuld gä derfür.. Dass mis Lache irgendwo i de Wulche hanget,. U dr Wäg nüm fingt zu mir.. . S'isch Früelig worde, aber nüt isch gscheh,.
And as I crawl through the sewer of life. I feel the wall growing shards like a knife. No time to think as the suffering begins. . The icy hand holds me close to the edge.
You've ignored me for the last time. Tried to shut me out but I found a way through. Now I'm standing right in front of you. And there's no one here to tell you what to do.