Last night I had a dream, I dreamt I died,. The undertaker came for me to carry me all awry. I couldn't afford a coffin, embalming tonight. I jumped up off my death bed cos I'm too poor to die.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river. With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Socialite, for the night and take me out. Oversight, wouldn't try to pick me back up 'cause you find it in my eyes. . Sunlight, fading torrent, my hands broken.
I kiss the ground on which you walk. I kiss the lips through which you talk. I kiss the city of New York. Where I first met you. . You're my doll and don't forget it.
Somewhere on a South Pacific island. Sits a young man staring at the surf. His native girlfriend died a death quite violent. A tribal sacrifice made to the earth.
What you said I believed. Words led me astray. Lies of friendship, you let me down. A hypocrites truth always the same. . Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.
Shake Some Action, Psychotic Reaction. No Satisfaction, Sky Pilot, Sky Saxon. That's what I like, that's what I like. . Blitzkrieg Bop to the Jailhouse Rock.
You've got the look. The silky silicon skin. The airbrushed eyes, the front page disguise. Under the knife. Peeled back a revelation. The store bought lies induced this mutilation.
La alarmanee g, la det ringe. Rockn roll har blitt klisj. Unge friske folk som lever ut mytene. Forvandles om til gamle bitre grinebitere. . Det er et kav at de leker store, snakker piss.
Something about yesterday night. Keeps replaying over, over, over. You are the sweetest wine. And I'm just a cup running over and over again. . Because you've got that something, something.
I've been wasting my time drinking whisky and I. sleep on the side that you lay. And reading the letters you've sent through the years. I smile as each tear hits the page.
There's time before the sun wakes up and grabs me. And drags me through another day. You think someone up there can't stand me. I guess I'm just vain.
Over the airwaves, under the radar. Say it again it's not sinking in. Losing transmissions, family traditions. You can lead a boy to water. But you can't make him listen to you.
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods). She paints her face. with her pretty red lipstick. laugh at me when I make. another fool slip. I can't see what she wants from me.
Night time rolled around. Got in my car, crossed town. She be waiting there for me I fell in love fast, I fell hard. . I can't get away. From the memories of that place.
Verse 1:. it never fuckin' matter to much to me. that you were just always not enough for me. this why i be acting like you ani't shit. but all my friends know it's just how i get ..
Bitches love sosa, niggas love coca. Bitches love sosa, niggas love coca. These bitches love sosa, niggas love coca. I chill wit my soldiers, there aint shit like coca.
Was that the highway calling me. Or just my nervous energy. Well either way I had to leave. At least that's what I thought. What's the good in being gone.
Why be concerned with things. That you don't have control over?. What good is it to worry. When you never really know what's going to happen?. . Woah, woah.