I saw a proline sticker just other day. Another mental fool with no right to procreate. Elbows bumping, tempers growing. Veins bulge in my neck and eyes.
You beat us up when we're alone. Come back later and then you're gone. Now you're tucked away in your bed. And I've got stitches in my head. . 'Cause you didn't like my looks.
Mommy's little monster dropped out of school. Mommy's little monster broke all the rules. He loves to go out drinking with the boys. He loves to go out and make some noise.
An emotional outbreak. Stepped on by people's feet. Controlling panic. Who'll be the next one in line. . A nervous disturbance. There's a sniper on the top of the roof.
Making believe. That you still love me. It's leaving me. Alone and so blue. I'll always dream, but I'll never own you. Making believe. Is all I can do.
Nothing she can do, she's so confused. Something should be done but she'll refuse. She's got a new fix to ease her pain. She's got a new fix to control her brain.
Well, I'm a gangster 1934. Junkies, winos pimps and whores. And all you men women and kids. Best get out the way. . I just left your town, took all your loot.
Redemption never felt so good. As it does right now. But just one time I wish I could. Be my own self. . You put us into. This silence. Where I can hear your voice say.
Feel only broken legs and razor blades. No subtleties to stimulate my body is numb I need a strong drink. And Ive followed down the hole. And Ive followed down the hole.
I'm out here on my own. Feeling lost and all alone. I'm mad that you were gone. All my friends are moving on. . [Chorus]. I'll miss you forever. I'll miss you always.
(She's gonna sing, and you're gonna listen!. One, two, one two three four...). . Margaret, back in junior high. Margaret, all yellow curled. She was the most popular girl.
With a spoon and a bowl. With the music in your soul. You can cheer things up with the zub, zub, zub. Of the music in your doup. . With a gulp. With a grin.
Ya sé que no hay dos sin tres. No hay impulso sin caída. De nuevo tropezare, vuelvo al punto de partida. No importa lo que digan, tan solo es palabrería fácil de olvidar.
Pensando en voz alta. Se ha dividido mi mente en dos. Una quiere que no faltes. La otra ni siquiera oír tu voz. . Ya no puedo echarme atrás. Y tampoco abandonar.
Bless that summer of eighty-eight. On a bench outside the Ox & Gate. With a sponge, spanner and rusty nail. And a nice sharp piece of string. Didn't make sense then don't make sense now.
Party like the prince of Denmark,. Give it all you got and don't stop. . Mr. DJ won't you play that song for me,. Come on, don't you love this melody,.
It's murder love. . It was a lonely, breezy, coolin' afternoon. The day I remember, how did it end so soon. And when they chat up a that girl. When they chat a with a group you know me girl.
Mistaken identity. When it really, really wasnt me. Youre trying to convict me. But you know me not guilty. . Mistaken identity. When it really, really wasnt me.