It's getting quiet here again. For a minute let's pretend. When I disapear the world stops turning. Getting hassled by my friends. They're telling me I'm changing for the worse.
Said her name was Marie From the banks of the Lee. With the prettiest eyes my own had ever seen. Her hair like ripples They danced with the tide. As our hearts washed away to the sea.
Said her name was Marie From the banks of the Lee. With the prettiest eyes my own had ever seen. Her hair like ripples They danced with the tide. As our hearts washed away to the sea.
Picture an ending before it's begun. The arts of forgiveness is not what we're taught. Reek of the havoc already made. The cradle was damaged, dug by the grave.
Judgement time again, who's on the shit list this time around. Whose friends can we pick and tell them how to live. Value judgement hide, it's a-comin' our way.
Stop knocka-knocka-knocking. Stop knocka-knocka-knocking. Stop knocking. Stop it. . Went to the No Nukes rally. The Don Quixotes made me feel silly. Went to the punk rock show.
Almost ready, almost there. Or is it already over. She's a friend in need. She's a friend in deed. She needs someone to hold her. Alone at night, she plans her game.
Do you know what I think of you?. Do you know what I feel is true?. Do you know what I think of her?. I know what she thinks of me, I'm sure. Don't know why it's so, but it's true!.
Don't got no goatee. Don't got no tattoo. Don't got no nose ring. Don't wanna be like you. . Check out these glasses. So I'll never be cool. Always get my assed kick.
Go shoot your M-16 (x 4). I'm not going to live your American Dream!. "Army life is right for me. Kill to save democracy. Got a rebel in my sights. Money's worth more than his life.".
Come on baby, we gotta get our clothes on. There'll be no easy days, 'cause I've got no degree. . You'll see your brother in a week or three, here's a picture of me.
we flipped our finger to the king of England. and stole our country from the indians. with God on our side and guns in our hands. we took it for our own.
I've got murder in my heart for the judge. I've got murder in my heart for the judge. Well, that bad old judge wouldn't budge. I've got murder in my heart for the judge.
Where's that old Mr. Blues?. I guess he found a new home. Pushing more trouble right down to the bone. I'm wondering why he's left me alone. . Where's that old Mr. Blues?.
Where's that old Mr. Blues?. I guess he found a new home. Pushing more trouble right down to the bone. I'm wondering why he's left me alone. . Where's that old Mr. Blues?.
I've got these blues and I'm left all alone. I've got these blues again. And I can't find my way back home. I'm afraid of this darkness. I'm afraid of bein' alone.
Motorcycle Irene. There she sits a smokin, reefer in her mouth. Hair's blowin' northward, as she travels south. Dirty on her Harley, but her nails are clean.
Stretching, filing against her skin. Blessed are those who are not kin. In sin we breathe, in sex we tie. Duct tape her legs to the red sky. . Fool some flesh allowances.
I wanted to remember my mica. You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things. Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget. Youre surprised at what you go through.