Some people think the perfect fantasy is the girl next door. But my dream girl has got the keys to my heart and home. I never dreamed that in a million years she'd settle for me.
I heard you're talking of innocense and self control. and all these reasons you're dying of. fear for an eye and a reach out as falling becomes part of.
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true. And these locks cannot be broken,. no, not with one thousand keys. O Jailer, you wear a ball-n-chain you cannot see.
I wonder where you are.. Please don't come around tonight. Cause I can't stand to see you and I don't want to fight.. Gimme one more drink and I swear I think.
I wanna fire a gun - show me. I wanna be unseen - show me. A deep disguise. A deep disguise. . Five years of nothing good. Still screaming. Shout this secrets out.
Call me romantic. But I'm frantically fucked up. I had a picture. Sentimentally flawed. Pretty hard to ignore. . In my soul. You killed my soul. Soul.
Sky walker, sky designer. Expand your telescopic mind. Neon moon your guider. Across deserts of astral sand. . Two laughing planets where faces glow. Let the darkness fall behind you.
Not long ago in my high school days. I watched a girl from so far away. And everytime she passed me by. I turned my head away and quietly sighed.. And when she walked by her hair would dance,.
not long ago in my high school days i watched a girl from so far away but. everytime she passed me by i turned my head away and quietly sighed. and when.
It was the summer of '95. (So what?). In the backyard. Shaving the old plies. Feeling so strong. (Strong). Something went wrong. (Wrong). Straight into my finger.
Ooh sha la la la. Ooh sha la la la. . Tedium is overcome. From obscurity, through melody. And when I'm blind it helps me. See through your key. No one can touch, no need to rush.
PunkRock.. This Is A Anti-Hippie Song! We Dont Like Hippies!. . Punk has gone through changes. From spiky hair to long. Now anyone can say. They're into fucking punk.
punk has gone through changes. the tribes all get along. from working class to politics. destruction for us all. . Chorus. KILL A NAZI. KILL A BONEHEAD.
One too many times to remember. I've heard your call. And I act all of our conversations. . Sometimes you don't know me at all. Sometimes you don't know me at all.
I'm lost,. hearing all the things we say,. looks like another day of wasting life.. I ned a simple place where I can go and. my face won't be shown for a long time..
We were waltzing that night in Kentucky beneath that beautiful harvest moon. And I was a boy that was lucky but it all ended too soon. As I sit here alone in the moonlight I can see your smiling face.
His sister taught him how to kiss when he was 6 years old. He never quite achieved these skills that he was taught. Now he's back for more, he's gonna get what he came for.
Hang on Parade.... Catching up again. Where's the feeling we knew then. (Whisper, my friend...). So we pick up, with empty cup. In dreaming we thrive.